Queenie stopped abruptly as she was making her way to the door.


    She turned around and whined, “Grandpa, I haven’t finished my homework yet…”‘


    She would rather kill herself than make tea for Nash.


    Walter snorted coldly. “When have you ever done homework?”


    Queenie studied at a private school that belonged to the family. There, she was treated like a princess.


    She almost never did homework.


    Nash crossed his legs and said lightly, “I’d like some Earl Grey.”


    Queenie red at him. “I see you’re taking advantage of the situation, huh?”


    Walter’s face turned cold. “Don’t be rude!”


    Her lips curled into a sneer, and she reluctantly brought out the tea leaves to make tea.


    When she opened the drawer, she found thexative that Kai had used to teach his subordinates a


    lesson.


    Nash was sitting on the sofa and chatting with Brian when he suddenly heard Queenie giggling.


    He raised a brow, on high alert.


    Queenie soon came over with two cups of tea.


    She ced one cup in front of Nash before leaving the other in front of Brian.


    Immediately afterward, she turned around and made two more cups of tea-a cup for her grandfather


    and another for herself.


    She then sat obediently beside her grandfather and stared at Nash with clear eyes. “Dr. Calcraft, this is


    top-grade Earl Grey tea that the governor gave to my grandfather. You should try it quickly!”


    Nash nced at the stearning tea. “The tea is still very hot now. I’ll let it cool a little before I drink it.”


    He could already smell thexatives from it. His cup had been drugged.


    Queenie was not in a hurry. She just leaned back on the sofa and yed with her phone.


    Brian then received a call from his clinic. It seemed that he had also received an invitation from the


    Lees.


    Walter hummed thoughtfully. “It’s no wonder people from the Northern Territory have appeared in


    Jonford recently. They might be here to attend Old Lee’s birthday banquet.”


    “Who’s that?” Nash asked curiously.


    Brian picked up his teacup and said after blowing the surface of his tea, “Drake Group used to belong


    to the Skyes of Capiton. They then gave it to the Lees, and now they’re the newly promoted first-ss


    family in Jonford.”


    Seeing that Brian had not gotten to the point, Walter added, “Old Lee used to be the king of the


    Northern Territory armies andmanded thousands of troops!”


    Nash pressed his hand on the coffee table. His inner energy surged, and his teacup was instantly


    swapped with Queenie’s. All this happened in a fraction of a second.


    Even Walter, who had been looking at him, failed to notice it.


    Nash took a sip from his teacup and said with a smile, “Old Lee’s birthday banquet sounds like a lively


    celebration.”


    Walter nodded. “He’s the father of the chairman of Drake Group and a retired army king. His


    connections go sky-high. Those who attend the birthday banquet will all be individuals of great repute.”


    When Queenie saw Nash drink the tea she had carefully brewed, a triumphant expression crossed her


    face.


    Brian whispered, “Grandmaster, you cane with me tomorrow.”


    Nash waved his hand. “I have to decline. How can a bumpkin like me attend such a big shot’s party?”


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    “You’re self-aware, at least,” Queenie said.


    Walter frowned and red at her.


    Queenie stuck out her tongue yfully and took a few sips from her teacup.


    “Boss, the madam is awake!” A nurse’s voice suddenly sounded from themunicating device on the


    table.