New Home II

Gilan's bulletproof official car for his role as foreign minister had yet to arrive, so he could only ride in the ordinary government car Lainis had driven over.

Lainis was behind the wheel, while Gilan sat in the back seat. The car left Morales Street and headed toward the neighboring Hyacinth Street.

The reason was simple: Morales Street, home to the wealthy and powerful, consisted mostly of detached apartments and villas, with no commercial storefronts.

People who lived there generally had servants to handle shopping and cooking, so they had no need for commercial services such as restaurants or hotels.

This was another reason why Morales Street was so quiet and its property prices so exorbitant.

"Sir, do you have any dietary restrictions or preferences regarding food and drinks?"

Without taking her eyes off the road, Lainis held the steering wheel with one hand and lightly adjusted her glasses with the knuckle of her index finger as she asked.

Gilan withdrew his gaze from the window and said jokingly:

"Wasn't that recorded in my file? Something as minor as that should have been described quite clearly."

"Sir..."

Lainis's expression changed slightly. Gilan's question nearly scared her to tears, and sweat immediately formed in her palms.

Her reaction made Gilan chuckle twice.

"Sorry. I was just joking."

At that, Lainis's breathing quickened, her ample chest trembling faintly.

This leader's jokes were genuinely frightening. Just now, Lainis had almost thought he was still dissatisfied with her for investigating his file without permission.

She had no idea whether he had done it deliberately or unintentionally, but Lainis felt the former was more likely.

"I don't really have any dietary restrictions. As for preferences... hmm, I rather like grilled foods, fried foods, and spicy dishes."

Gilan spoke softly.

Lainis nodded and carefully noted down