Chapter 337

Irene then asked, "Do you boys want something to drink?" Stan said nothing—he was fine either way. James refused politely, "I'm afraid there's still work tomorrow. Boozing might complicate things." Irene did not try to push him—it was just a question. That was when James's phone rang, and he moved to the living room to answer the call. Irene glanced at him, thinking to herself just then that James was more prudent and sharp than Stan. If she wanted to find out the identity of the woman Isaac kept in his heart, she would have to find out from Stan. Pushing a plate of Mrs. Watson's signature dish to Stan, she smiled. "Here: Mrs. Watson's finest Chilean sea bass, and it's even better than what they serve at fine dining restaurants. Have some." Stan was actually overwhelmed, and quickly ate—it was certainly great. "Oh, it's fantastic," he praised endlessly. As for Irene, she was keeping her eye on him as she asked, "How long have you been working for Isaac, Stan?" Stan mumbled