Chapter 394 This Is Dr. Seven!
Seeing him swear, Randolph finally nodded hesitantly.
“Alright, since you swear, I’ll invite Dr. Seven out.”
Carlo rolled his eyes silently. It turned out that Dr. Seven was at the base. He and Cory had searched for Dr. Seven everywhere but failed. Randolph was just so cunning.
Randolph stood up and walked toward the yard.
Not long after, he led a white and chubby robot out.
They all knew this robot. It worked at Catherine’s yard. Carlo looked at Randolph in puzzlement and asked, “Dr. Dunn, didn’t you say you would invite Dr. Seven out? Do you need this robot to contact Dr. Seven?”
Randolph glanced at Carlo and said like he had heard something hilarious, ” This is Dr. Seven!”
The rest were shocked. Carlo took a long time to react and looked at Randolph in disbelief.
“Dr. Dunn, please don’t joke with us. This is Dr. Seven?”
Randolph said disdainfully to Carlo, ” Why should I waste my time to joke with you? I still have my seeds to take care of!”
He then pressed the button on the robot.
The robot said, “Hello. My name is Seven. You can call me Dr. Seven. You can ask me anything related to the seeds or wheat gene. I will tell you anything I know.”
Carlo and Carlo heard the mechanical voice of the robot and almost fainted. That was why they could not find Dr. Seven even by using the intelligence network of the Duncans. Dr. Seven was not a human at all but a robot!
While the others were still astonished, Randolph pushed the robot toward where Carlo stood.
“I’ll leave my teacher to you. Protect it carefully, or I’ll report to the higher official if it has any damages.”
Randolph staggered out of the yard with his hands behind his back. He was concerned about the farmlands and had no time to waste chatting with them.
Carlo’s mouth was agape. He carried the robot and looked at Branden. Branden was with them, and it was more appropriate for Branden to decide how to tell Rolf.
Branden turned to Catherine at the side. The latter was leaning lazily against the rattan chair and resting. Perhaps sensing that Branden was eyeing her, Catherine turned her head and looked at him.
Their eyes met, and there was casualness and languor in Catherine’s eyes. In Branden’s gaze was a hint of scrutiny, but it only lasted for one second before it turned to be his usual tenderness.
“Feeling sleepy?”
Catherine only nodded slightly.
Branden took her hand and helped her stand. “Let’s go. You need some rest.”
The people in charge were gone, leaving the rest dumbfounded. Carlo stared at Paxton and asked awkwardly, “Paxton, what do they mean? How should I tell Rolf about it?”
Paxton cast a glance at him and replied,
“How should you tell him? Tell him the truth. Do as what Dr. Dunn said. Anyway, the robot is in your hands now. Protect it well.”
Sometimes, Paxton felt himself the right one to stay by Branden’s side. Carlo was too young and naive to understand what Branden was thinking. It was clearly related to Catherine, even though Paxton did not know how it was related to her.
But Catherine did not talk about it, and Branden did not ask. Why should the rest of them care too much about it?
They got the result they wanted, and what they ought to do was report it. Therefore, the crowd left and did their own things.
When Catherine woke up from her nap, it was already dark. She would want to sleep longer if it were not for the pleasant meal smell. Catherine reached around and found her phone. After she unmuted it, she saw two missed calls.
They were both from Erick.
Catherine immediately called Erick back.
Catherine didn’t have to wait for long before Erick answered the phone.
“Catherine, is that you?”
“It’s me.” Catherine’s voice was still somewhat hoarse from the sleep. Her hoarse voice aroused Erick’s guilt, and he said, “Catherine, are you resting? Did I disturb you?”
“I just woke up. You can talk.” Catherine’s tone was mild and flat.
Erick realized that Catherine was not angry and continued, “Catherine, I’ve settled down everything with the Winfreds. I’m now the General Manager of the Winfred Group. Although Xavier is still the chairperson, he has to stay in bed for the next two years.”
“Congratulations,” Catherine said, barely excited.
That was not the reason he called Catherine. Erick had something else to tell her.
Erick had fought hard to fulfill the commitment he made to Catherine. Even if he were going to hell in the future, he would take the Winfreds down with him.
“Catherine, after Korbin knew I was in charge of the Winfred Group, he canceled the appointment with Jeremy and contacted me.
“He wanted me to help the Swanns pave the way to the business world in Oceanvile, and he would help me gain a foothold among the Winfreds.”
The Swanns were no doubt a powerful partner. Cooperating with Korbin was a dangerous game, but Erick had to admit he needed help from an influential family.
At least, he needed the world to think he had a helping hand.
Catherine was not surprised to hear what Erick had told her. It was a fact that she had boosted the share prices of the Swann Corporation. After she returned to Casier, the bet between Korbin and her would be considered done.
Korbin would not sit and do nothing about it. He would undoubtedly think of all kinds of strategies to turn the tide. Catherine sneered and told Erick her instruction.
“It can help you establish a foothold in the Winfred Group if you choose the Swanns as your partner. Do it.”
She said the Swanns, not Korbin. Erick understood what she meant.
“Catherine, I know what to do.”
Getting Erick’s answer, Catherine ended the call without hesitation. It was not a big deal and was not worth her precious dinner time to waste on it.
The pleasant smell downstairs was getting stronger and got Catherine hungry. She walked downstairs slowly and saw Branden bringing dishes out of the kitchen.
Branden heard the sound from the stairs and turned to look in that direction. They locked eyes, and a smile dawned on his handsome face.
“I was going upstairs to wake you up. Come on. Dinner’s ready.”
Catherine walked fast toward the dining table. Branden only made four dishes, and all were her favorites and looked appetizing.
The three Duncans that guarded the yard, plus Withal, who had been to the base not long ago, squatted in a row.
They also smelled the delicious dishes and felt what they had eaten in the cafeteria was swill. Withal took a deep breath and muttered to the others, “Mr. Duncan is a good cook. That smells so great. No wonder Catherine seems to have gained weight recently.”
However, the three Duncans felt it was weird and harsh to hear someone say that Branden was a good cook.
But Branden enjoyed being Catherine’s cook, and they could only accept it.
The most wordless person among the three, Cory, suddenly looked at Withal and said in a low voice, “Want some practice?”
Withal had heard the three Duncans were great fighters and long wanted to see what they got.
“Sure. Why not? Let’s go.”
