"Boss, Ethan Hawthorne should be coming to restock soon, right? Should we tell him?" Will asked.
Feng Ye shook his head. "We're not saying anything. We're just here to sell goods, not to meddle in his family affairs. Pass the word down: if anyone runs their mouth, they can get the hell out!"
"Yes, sir!"
Will answered respectfully and didn't ask why. He had become Feng Ye's trusted confidant not through intelligence, but through loyalty and his reserved nature. Whatever the boss wanted him to know, he would be told. If something wasn't mentioned, it meant he didn't need to know. Asking would be pointless and would only annoy the boss.
"Boss, if you really like that chubby girl, why don't I make a trip to Vessaria and talk things over with her parents?" Will suggested.
'Actually, he'd much rather just snatch her and leave a pile of cash, but he was afraid of scaring the chubby girl. It was better to be more tactful.'
