Chapter 218: You Can Choose Your Type

Mrs. Raman had nothing to say. She could see it clearly, and she could argue with him at all. Continuing would only make him feel that she was unreasonable. At that time, she would lose face, so she stopped talking. But her face was still not good. Tyrone looked at her, turned his eyes to the Beth and said, "Make more food for lunch. I'll eat at home." "Oh,great." the maid smiled and nodded immediately. Mrs. Raman glanced at him and snorted coldly. She was not very happy, but it was no longer...