North American Patrol: American Iaido

Chapter 10 Center

Upon hearing this, all the adults laughed, except for the children who were exchanging glances, who were unaware of the truth.

"hehe."

One of the men in the sofa area sat alone in a corner, legs crossed. He was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had a steady and profound air about him. His skin had a healthy luster, showing the slight marks of time. His eyes were deep and bright, as if they could see into people's hearts, revealing a kind of wisdom. He even had a thick beard, which was neatly trimmed, adding a touch of vicissitude and charm.

This man was none other than York's father, Russell Sheffield, the Los Angeles Police Department's Chief and Superintendent, who was trusted by the public.

"Father, this child is using you as a metaphor."

Upon hearing this, Michael, who was already seventy years old, looked at his eldest grandson York who walked into the kitchen, smiled slightly, and made no comment.

The other person sitting on the same sofa was younger and looked more confident. His eyes were deep and sharp, and he had a unique aura. He was a middle-aged man who exuded composure in every gesture. He smiled slightly.

"Father, how much money did you borrow from York? That's why he keeps talking about it."

Michael extended his right hand and gave a thumbs-up.

"Forty million?" Graeme raised an eyebrow.

The old man grinned and said, "Four million. He even gave me an IOU, and he did it very seriously."

The two middle-aged men exchanged a glance and chuckled.

As for why he was happy, it was because York himself had expressed his desire for self-reliance and independence during a dinner party, so they naturally had to respect that.

"All things considered, Yorkes really doesn't have much money left," Russell said with a slight smile.

"When he chose to go independent, he spent more than two million to buy a house, and used the rest to set up his private shooting club and bought a large piece of land."

"Brother, you should try to raise the police department's salaries," Graeme replied with a laugh.

"So that Yorke can pay back the money sooner."

Russell shrugged: "I'd like to too, but unfortunately, we only have limited funds in our finance department. We're just waiting for you, a big spender, to donate money."

Graeme laughed and said, "I've already donated so much money to the police department in the name of the Sheffield family."

"Then he'll probably never be able to pay it off in his lifetime."

Russell, the father, seemed completely unconcerned about how much money his son owed, and joked with a smile.

"Let him regret it to his heart's content."

The three of them looked at each other and burst into laughter.

The laughter reached the kitchen, which was connected to the restaurant, and Yorke's eye twitched involuntarily.

He was certain that those three old guys in the sofa area didn't have anything nice to say; people can be wicked.

"York, who do you owe money to?"

Lillian, clinging to Yorke's arm, stared wide-eyed, seemingly unable to believe that the Sheffield family would owe money.

"Wait a minute! You actually owe money?"

"You don't need to know!"

Yorke, while dealing with this tagalong, made his way to the kitchen.

The kitchen was large, and only three people were busy working. But because they had done this countless times, the division of labor was very clear, and there was no sign of panic. Everything was in good order.

What's more, there's also his younger brother, Fuller, who has already grown up and taken over his position as his assistant, giving him something to brag about.

If his handsomeness is the kind of rugged, masculine kind, with a strong physique that makes him look intimidating, then Fell's is more on the gentler side, the kind of guy that young girls would like.

Interestingly, this guy is incredibly obedient to his family, but he's arrogant to the core when it comes to outsiders. This arrogance doesn't mean he looks down on people, but rather that it's very difficult for outsiders to get into his eyes or heart unless you're just as capable as him. Otherwise, it's just a superficial show.

After all, Harvard Business School is not an easy school to get into; it's ranked among the top five business schools in the United States.

My mom and aunt were busy cooking inside, while the handsome young man was chopping ingredients on a high platform to supply what the people inside needed.

As Fell chopped cherry tomatoes on the cutting board, he glanced at his older brother York, who was dragging Lillian over, and looked at the packaging bag in his other hand:

"York, what did you buy?"

"Your favorite Gesta handmade croissants." Yorke placed the packaging on the high platform.

"Thank you for plating."

"If we're talking about hardship, you've had it much harder. I only started taking over your position after you left."

Foll shrugged and was about to pick up the bag when Lillian snatched it away first.

"I'll eat first!"

Fell stopped abruptly, and Yorke could see the deep affection in the handsome young man's eyes, and smiled inwardly.

Lillian rummaged around and pulled out a small bag, waving it at York.

"I'll consider this a gift from you, otherwise... hmph."

After saying that, Lillian ran off to her younger cousins, who were even younger than her, to become their leader.

"Isn't it cute?" Fell's voice interrupted York's smile.

York shrugged. "You are kind of cute, but I think you were cuter than Lillian when you were little. Back then, you would cry your eyes out if I didn't bring back a present, and you even went to Mom to complain about me."

Fell's lips twitched a few times, he glared at York, and took the packaging bag.

"Shut up, York, that was so many years ago!"

Seeing that the usually composed Forl suddenly broke down, York felt a surge of relief, having just been venting his anger at the three old men.

"Don't mess with Fell, hurry up and take it." A voice rang out from the woman who walked over carrying a plate already filled with food.

Her appearance and attire exude a unique charm and temperament. Her thick, long brown hair is styled into an elegant updo, which is both dignified and fashionable. She also wears earrings of her own design.

It was his mother Valerie in this life.

"Okay." York smiled, took the plate from her hand, and prepared to walk to the dining room.

But a voice interrupted him.

"Wait, Yorke, there's more!"

His aunt also came over with a plate. She was a middle-aged woman of medium height and upright posture, who gave people a calm and unhurried feeling.

He often consulted this aunt about legal matters, since it was free.

"It smells so good! Aunt Mireille, your cooking is amazing!"

Yorke gave a thumbs-up before taking the plate.

"Hehe." Mireille gave a rather subtle smile.

"Yeah, and Mom too." Yorks' thumb moved to Valerie's face again.

"In a word, it's delicious!"

This move warmed the hearts of the two sisters-in-law who were busy in the kitchen. Both of them were considered strong women by outsiders, so how could they not know why Yorke did this?

"Stop talking nonsense! Take it over now," Valerie said with a smile.

"Yes, ma'am!" Yorke saluted, took the plate from Mireille, and headed to the dining room.

This prompted Fuller, who had been slacking off the whole time, to mutter to himself, "Sycophant!"

However, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

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