嗯~教官你好硬~不要了

Gabriel strode into the teahouse and said in a low and dry voice, “rm meeting someone.”

Meet who?

More importantly, what did it have to do with her?

Why did he bring her here to meet someone?

Seeing that he had already entered the teahouse, she hurriedly followed him. The waiter respectfully said to Gabriel, “President Jones, Master Hoffman is waiting for you upstairs.”

Gabriel nodded lightly. He changed out of his shoes at the staircase and put on the wooden clogs that had been prepared for guests. Seeing this, Serenity also changed into her wooden clogs and followed him to the second floor.

On the second floor, the antique room was filled with the fragrance of tea. A few low coughs came from behind the screen embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water.

Serenity followed Gabriel and walked behind the screen. An old man in his sixties sat behind the screen. His hair was white and his face already had quite several wrinkles, but his body looked very healthy.

In front of the old man was a tea table with a purple clay teapot and tea set on it. The boiling water was smoking.

Beside him stood a woman wearing a red dress that had the logo of a teahouse on it. She was a waitress at the teahouse.

Gabriel put away his usual indifference and gently said, “Master Hoffman.”

The person called Master Hoffman did not even raise his head. He pointed at the ancient clock hanging on the wall and said coldly, “You’re two minutes late.”

Serenity widened her eyes. This old-fashioned person was comparable to Master Samson. Gabriel was only late by two minutes and yet Master Hoffman was so calculative.

Gabriel sat opposite him and calmly said, “Master Hoffman’s concept of time is really strong.”

Master Hoffman snorted coldly. “Young man, don’t think that I’m merely an old antique. As a businessman, not only do you have to be trustworthy, but you also have to pay attention to the concept of time. Two minutes can make you lose a business deal. If it’s on the operating table, then it might be a life.”

This metaphor was quite vivid yet true.

“I came late because I brought you a surprise,” said Gabriel calmly but he was obviously empty-handed.

Master Hoffman might be old, but he was not blind. “I want to see what kind of surprise you have.”

As the two of them chatted, Serenity sat completely ignored. She was simply an extra as she stood awkwardly at the side, not knowing what to do.

Gabriel lifted his head to look at her and gestured for her to sit down. She knelt down on the other side of the tea table as instructed. It was only then that Master Hoffman noticed her presence. “And she is?”

Gabriel picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea. He took a sip and seemed to be dissatisfied with the tea maker’s craftsmanship. He frowned slightly and put the teacup down again. “Master Samson’s granddaughter. She’s the surprise I brought for you.”

Serenity looked at Gabriel with a puzzled expression.

Master Hoffman studied her with a sharp gaze. Serenity’s scalp went numb from his stare and she almost felt uneasy.

What exactly was Gabriel up to?

Her eyes shot dozens of questions at him but he simply looked back at her indifferently before looking away.

“Her?” Master Hoffman sounded very doubtful.

Gabriel’s lips curled into a faint smile. He picked up the teacup on the table and shook it gently. “The craftsmanship of this tea maker needs to be improved. Serenity, brew a pot of tea for Master Hoffman to try.”

Serenity was stunned for a moment. When she saw that both their gazes were on her, she took a deep breath and slowly said, “I need to burn incense first.”

Since her status in the Rivers family was too low, Helena Turner had once forced her to learn the art of tea to curry favor with Master Samson..