Chapter 64 - Braided Hair (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Lauren took the initiative to hold their hands intimately. However, she realized that their hands were unexpectedly cold, so cold that it was somewhat unusual.

However, Lauren just thought that the two elderly people were not in good health and did not think too much about it.

The two elderly people insisted on refusing, and Lauren did not push the matter. After saying goodbye to them, she got into the car.

After the car drove out, she continued to look at the two elderly people through the car window until they turned into black dots. Only then did she sit properly.

“By the way, Miss Torres, did you really see someone selling cotton candy when you suddenly run out during meal time today?”

Although Lauren was gluttonous, she was not to such an extent.

After interacting with her for the past few days, Ben realized that Lauren was very organized in her work. He did not believe that she would run out for a cotton candy..

“Of course not! They were all here today, so I didn’t tell them.”

“Mr. Carson, when I was eating fried chicken today, I saw that little ghost!”

The car jolted a little.

“Why are you still so timid, Mr. Carson? There might be more such things in the future!”

“Then…what about that little ghost?” Ben’s gaze started to wander. “She can’t be in this car, right?!”

Lauren was amused by Ben’s reaction, and her two dimples appeared again.

“No, it’s strange. I chased after her, but when I reached the roller coaster, she suddenly disappeared.”

“Disappeared?”

“Yes…but since we saw her today, it means that she’s still wandering around the amusement park. We’ll definitely meet her again.”

Although it was a weekend, Franklin still went to the company in the afternoon.

This time, it was not a business matter, but the hair-braiding teacher had arrived.

So, Franklin was in his own office, learning how to braid hair from the teacher.

The teacher brought two fake model heads with long wigs on them. Franklin followed the teacher’s movements, crossing strands of hair over and over again.

Franklin’s fingers looked good as they were long and well-defined. He had been secretly photographed by his employees and posted on the company forum, making all the girls who were obsessed with fingers shout ‘I want to marry you’.

Half an hour later, it was time for a break.

The secretary invited the hair-braiding teacher to the restroom and poured her a glass of water. “How is it? Our President should be learning very well, right?”

The hair-braiding teacher smiled stiffly and did not respond.