Let them offer their loyalty

Eiffel waited for a while before responding to Jonas. He confirmed that Jonas didn't make any strange noises before sitting down.

"What bad thing?"

"Is Mr. Jonas pretending to be confused?"

Eiffel took a sip of coffee and his voice sounded calm, but his tone made Jonas smile: "Mr. Jonas is often busy and often calls in the middle of doing something, or he has to hold back certain feelings and pretend to be calm when chatting with the person in front of him."

"This... ahem, this is not what I want to do. You know, sometimes it's just a special case, and it's not what I want."

Jonas naturally knew what Eiffel was talking about, and also knew why she had been silent just now.

"Really? Why do I feel like Mr. Jonas is actually enjoying it? As for the fact that what Mr. Jonas said is not what I want, well, I can understand that..."

Eiffel leaned back in his chair, his tone quite relaxed: "After all, I have done something similar, huh? Let me think, Mr. Jonas, it's not possible that everyone..."

"Eiffel, you can contact me anytime. I have something to do right now. Let's talk later. Let's talk later."

"All kidding aside, Mr. Jonas, it's almost lunch time. Do you have time to have lunch with me?"

Eiffel returned to the topic and waited for Jonas's reply.

"Well...it's not impossible. See you in an hour. That will give you time to change your clothes."

"No, Mr. Jonas, it's just lunch. I'm mainly worried that something unexpected might happen during the hour I'm waiting, and I might not be able to go then."

The restaurant is located in the bustling center of the city. Its facade design is elegant and eye-catching. When you enter the restaurant, the first thing that catches your eye is the exquisite lobby area. Gorgeous crystal chandeliers hang from the high ceiling, emitting a soft and warm light. The walls are decorated with some exquisite art paintings, each of which shows excellent artistic taste.

The layout of the restaurant is clever and sophisticated. The tablecloths are made of the finest linen, spread flat and smooth, and are placed with exquisite china and shiny silver tableware. There is a bouquet of fresh flowers on each table, adding a touch of natural charm to the dining environment.

The restaurant was chosen by Eiffel. According to Eiffel, he chose this place simply because there happened to be extra private rooms here.

"Mr. Jonas, try the taste."

Eiffel sat at an exquisite dining table with a plate of perfectly cooked lamb chops in front of her. In the soft lighting and elegant music, she gracefully picked up the silver knife and fork, ready to taste the delicacy.

She inserted a fork firmly into one end of the lamb chop to secure the meat, then gently used the knife to find the best place to cut on the lamb chop. Eiffel's wrist turned smoothly, and the blade slid smoothly along the texture of the meat, easily cutting off a small piece.

The lamb chops were cooked to perfection, with a slightly crispy outer layer and juicy and tender meat inside. She gently placed the lamb chops on her plate and paired them with some side dishes, such as fresh vegetables or the perfect sauce, to create a perfect combination of food.

"Would you like some wine?"

"sorry to bother you."

Jonas tilted the bottle and began to slowly pour the red wine into the glass in front of Eiffel. The red wine slowly swirled in the glass, forming a perfect vortex. The color of the wine looked particularly attractive under the soft light.

While pouring the wine, Jonas's eyes occasionally met Eiffel's. After pouring the wine, he gently turned the glass to allow the wine to fully contact with the air and further stimulate the aroma of the wine.

Then he gracefully handed the glass to Eiffel, and the glass shone with a deep red luster under the light.

"Thank you, Mr. Jonas. Let's chat while we wait for the next dish to be served."

Eiffel gently shook the wine glass and looked at Jonas.

"I heard that you took Esni and Celine shopping?"

"Well, Celine asked for it. It's nice to give Esni a day off once in a while."

Jonas pretended to be casually cutting the lamb chops, but his movements seemed a little slow.

"That's great. Has Mr. Jonas ever thought about taking me out for a walk?"

"If I remember correctly, Eiffel should have a lot of handmade custom clothes - I mean, I'm free this afternoon."

After Jonas realized what was going on, he suddenly changed his words.

"Afternoon, how about now? It's a good time to digest the food after dinner. I heard that it would be very tiring to accompany others shopping, so I have booked a hotel for rest. I believe Mr. Jonas will not refuse."

"Right?"

Chapter 605: Mother Iris!

The night shift workers finish their work at dawn. They walk through the city's early morning streets with tired figures. The streets slowly wake up in the hazy morning light. The small cafes on the corners have already opened for business. The rich aroma of coffee floats in the air. Some early risers are already sitting in the cafes, sipping their first cup of morning coffee.

For the vast majority of people who need to work hard, they can only rush home and have no time to enjoy such leisure. Most of these people are ordinary employees struggling in the workplace, and some are exploited temporary workers who can only find a bad job. They are often busy dealing with daily heavy work, and only company dogs who will personally take action on important professional events usually leave the tasks to them. When these people finish work, they occasionally come to these small cafes to enjoy a cup of carefully made coffee and delicious breakfast such as bacon and fried eggs. At this time, they begin to fantasize about becoming the best of the best.

Those who had just finished the night shift staggered past the cafe, looking at the customers in the store with envy, their hearts filled with helplessness and sadness. In the slightly cool air of the early morning, they felt a sense of relief, but this feeling was soon crushed by the heaviness of reality and even became more disgusting.

Because the annoying morning news broadcast has begun.

The latest electronic screen was placed on the table, playing the morning news like an old-fashioned radio. Jonas held the coffee cup, lowered his chair slightly, and tasted the coffee beans carefully selected by Eiffel like an old man, occasionally blowing on it and then taking a sip.

"Good morning, all the night owls, lunatics, butchers, and thieves in District 25! This is District 25 Morning Radio. The news we bring today may make your smile a little bitter. Please make sure your mood stabilizer is adjusted to the best state, because these news may affect you. Now let's get started!

"In today's major news, the company 'Brainwave Technology' announced the launch of a revolutionary product - the Thought Live Broadcaster. This device can reportedly directly convert the user's thoughts into social media live broadcasts, but it turns out that this technology is not mature enough. At yesterday's product launch conference, the company's CEO's private thoughts and his browser history were accidentally broadcast live to the world, including his true views on the attendees and how to exchange this undeveloped product for investment, as well as his obscene comments about competitors on a fake account. This scene made those present laugh and cry, and the number of live broadcast viewers on the Internet instantly broke the historical record."

Jonas didn't like listening to this kind of morning news before, thinking it was for old people, but sometimes there would be some fun things in it to kill time. Unconsciously, Jonas also formed the habit of listening to the morning news if he got up early, sipping coffee slowly, and then giving his own sharp comments.

"It feels worse than accidentally sharing your browsing history with your family."

After the sharp review, the next piece of news begins.

"Today's most ridiculous news is that the Prophet's Association of District 25 made headlines due to an embarrassing misunderstanding. Yesterday, this group of prophets who claimed to be able to foresee the future held a large-scale future prediction activity at the annual conference. Unfortunately, none of the things they predicted happened on the same day. A person who believed them and went to the casino lost all his money. After returning, he turned into a cyber psychopath on the spot. Everyone must not be superstitious. It is better to believe that we will give you money!"

"In other news, a psychotherapist in Cyber ​​City has invented a new type of therapy that he claims can heal any psychological trauma in one night. However, it turns out that this therapy actually covers up unpleasant experiences by implanting false memories. After receiving treatment, patients not only forgot their trauma, but also forgot who they were and even how to get home. This resulted in dozens of Cyber ​​City residents who lost their identities wandering the streets, but they all looked very happy. Later, their relatives discovered that all the credit points in their accounts were gone!"

"Finally, a famous tycoon in District 25 encountered an accident while trying to prove that his driverless car was completely safe. The tycoon announced in a live broadcast that he would drive across the city with his eyes closed to demonstrate the advanced autonomous driving technology he developed. Unfortunately, his car broke down during the live broadcast and sent him directly to the garbage disposal center in Cyber ​​City. Although he was not injured, the tycoon's dignity seemed to have suffered a great blow."

In the office of the Alt Foundation, Iris sat on the sofa, holding an advanced tablet in her hand. Her eyes were focused on the screen showing complex data and charts. She seemed to be looking for specific information, swiping the screen from time to time with a frown on her face, but in fact, she was secretly observing Jonas sitting opposite her with her peripheral vision.

It’s so difficult.

Yesterday she thought hard about how to find a suitable reason to stay with Mr. Jonas for a while. After thinking hard, she finally found a suitable reason. This morning she got up early and went to find Mr. Jonas.

The reason she thought of was that she wanted to help Mr. Jonas with his work, just like Miss Eiffel did!

But to be honest, I really can't understand these data. She can operate the code as soon as she gets started, but these are really...

The modern business environment relies on such high-tech equipment to process information, but this does not mean that the complexity of interpersonal relationships has decreased. On the contrary, as Elise experienced, the subtle game of emotions and human nature is still going on.

In addition to the difficult-to-understand data, I also have to communicate with all kinds of people. In addition to communicating, I also have to provide all kinds of difficult-to-understand data. No, I don’t even know what the difficult-to-understand data is, so how can I provide it?

Although Iris was daydreaming, her face showed concentration and seriousness, but her heart was in a mess. She tried hard to make herself look immersed in her work, but her heartbeat quickened because she kept glancing at Jonas from time to time. While holding the tablet tightly, her palms were slightly sweaty due to nervousness.

At this moment, a voice appeared in her mind. The voice was lazy and playful, just like other people who were having fun: "You want Mr. Jonas to help you analyze this data? Like last time?"

Elise's cheeks flushed slightly, and she shook her head: "No, Mr. Jonas looks busy, I don't want to disturb him."

"Iris, why are you always so hesitant? As long as you ask, Mr. Jonas will definitely help you. Don't make excuses like Mr. Jonas is busy - isn't he listening to the morning news quietly now? Don't make excuses."

"I know, but I don't want to add pressure to Mr. Jonas. What if Mr. Jonas needs to deal with work later?"

Iris's expression turned a little serious. "After I told him my request, Mr. Jonas didn't get angry and refuse. Instead, he took out his tablet and told me to practice with these people. It's okay even if I lose money. I think I can at least make the first deal before asking for advice. That will look better, right?"

Although she came up with this excuse in order to stay with Mr. Jonas, she actually wanted to share his worries.

Well, it would be better to say that as long as I am more useful, Mr. Jonas will need me more, and I can stay with Mr. Jonas longer.

Well, if Celine is to be believed, then Eiffel’s work is too hard and I want to share the burden with her!

First achieve something on your own and prove yourself!

Elise plucked up her courage, typed a few words and sent it out.

Then within five seconds, he received the payment for this month's goods. The other party was very flattered and promised to sell all of the Alte Group's goods next month.

It was really that successful!

"Look, no one cares who you are. As long as you have the identity of the Alt Group, they will obey your instructions respectfully. You have completed your first business deal. Now you can go find Mr. Jonas, right? Otherwise, I will do it myself!"

"Don't.....!"

Mustering up her courage, Iris stood up and walked to Jonas's position.

"Mr. Jonas, may I bother you for a moment? I'm having trouble analyzing this data. Can you give me some advice?"

Jonas looked up and put down the coffee cup in his hand, a little surprised.

"Of course, Elise, come on, tell me what problem you're having?"

Iris sat opposite him and began to explain to him her confusion about data analysis. These problems were not complicated, but required certain experience and knowledge.

These are the basics, and Iris doesn't know any of them.

"These are all very simple. You just need to learn them slowly. But Iris, why are you suddenly interested in these?"

Jonas' question made Iris a little embarrassed. She lowered her head slightly to hide the blush on her face. "Actually, I want to do more for Mr. Jonas. I don't want to be just a bystander. Mainly, this way, I can achieve more with Mr. Jonas."

Jonas smiled and gently rubbed Iris's head. "Whether I have something to do or not, I welcome you to come and play with me. You have helped me with many things. Iris, don't worry and don't think about random things all the time."

What he said is true.

Iris is truly indispensable, just like Eiffel, if she is lost there is no one who can replace her.

Abandoning these things, Jonas also liked Iris very much. Whether it was Iris's fear that he would abandon her or anything else, it would not happen.

"Yeah, I know this. Mr. Jonas has said it many times, but actually..."

In fact, she wanted to go one step further, even further than just one step further.

I have said many times that I like Mr. Jonas, but Mr. Jonas always treats me like a child. I must do something!

What should you do at this time? Do something completely different from usual?

So what should we do? Think carefully, think seriously!

Have you read a book before?

Iris suddenly thought of something and said to Jonas softly, "Mr. Jonas, can I hug you?"

"That's all right."

Jonas wanted to stand up, but he didn't expect Iris to hug him directly.

Iris hugged Jonas gently. Her movements were gentle, full of tenderness and care, but also very tense and full of young maternal innocence. She did not hug Jonas tightly, but just enough so that Jonas could feel her embrace and look at her.

Iris patted Jonas's back gently. Her voice was a little shy, but she still tried to pretend to be gentle and maternal. "It's okay, Mr. Jonas. Everything will be fine. If you are tired sometimes, just take a good rest, right?"

In this warm embrace, Jonas's tension and anxiety skyrocketed, his breathing became short and rapid, he closed his eyes, Iris was usually like a safe haven, allowing him to find a moment of peace in the storm, but now Iris's embrace was like a blizzard, directly causing a huge destruction to Jonas's hut, and then waking up the evil god in the hut, who was slowly holding up the seal and was about to break out in the next second.

"Iris, why are you doing this all of a sudden?"

After thinking about it, Jonas decided to ask Iris first.

Now that I have not been controlled by the beast in my body, it is not too late to ask first.

"Well...well, I read in a book that this is very effective in calming others. It can help them slowly calm down. Just like this, baby, well done, baby, no one will blame you. Iris will always love you. Mr. Jonas, did Iris do anything wrong?"

Iris stroked Jonas' hair slowly, feeling Jonas's breathing quicken, feeling a little uneasy: "If Mr. Jonas doesn't like it, then Iris won't do it, okay?"

Her last words were "Are you okay?" She even used words of request, but on the contrary, this kind of weakness was completely different from the maternal love that Iris was showing now, which made Jonas's heart almost collapse.

Feeling Jonas's breathing getting faster, Iris hugged him tighter. She slowed down her touch of Jonas, as if she was listening to something. There was a hint of surprise in her eyes, but she finally nodded hesitantly, leaned close to Jonas' ear, and blew gently into his ear.

"Sure, if it's Mr. Jonas."

She gently loosened her arms so that Jonas could see her face, which was red.

Chapter 606: The Dragon City Duo Fights

As night falls, the bustling city scene becomes particularly vivid. On the streets, all kinds of vehicles are coming and going, their headlights flickering in the twilight, forming a flowing river of light. The roar of cars, the sound of horns and advertisements are intertwined, making the city more annoying. Pedestrians are hurrying on the sidewalks, their pace is quick and messy, and everyone seems to have his own urgent destination.

Apartment, bedroom.

The bed was so tidy as if no one had ever slept in it, the bedding was folded neatly, and even the wrinkles on the pillow were carefully ironed out. The wallpaper on the wall was a light beige color, which should have given people a warm and comfortable feeling, but here it seemed overly rigid and cold.

In the corner of the bedroom, there is an exquisite dressing table, on which are placed various cosmetics and jewelry, but these items seem to have never been used. They are arranged in an orderly manner, and not even a speck of dust is allowed to exist. The small sofa next to the dressing table is neat and flawless, and there is no sign of use on the surface.

The whole bedroom is filled with a dull and depressing atmosphere, as if everything is shrouded in an indescribable indifference. The curtains are light blue, which should be a soft and peaceful color, but now it seems to absorb all the warmth and vitality in the house. There are no decorative paintings or family photos on the wall, only a quietly hanging mirror, which reflects the space in the quietness and seems to be more empty and deserted, as if constantly reflecting the loneliness of this room.

The furniture in the bedroom was arranged delicately and rigidly, lacking the warmth and ease of life. There were a few books on the bedside table, but they were all placed too neatly without any signs of having been read.

There was a person sitting on the chair. Her appearance could not be seen clearly in the darkness, but a one-handed sword could be vaguely seen at her side.

"Yueqian has completely stopped acting now?"

Ye Hua sat in a chair, muttering to himself in a low voice. The time in the upper right corner was exactly three o'clock in the morning.

Her eyes wandered in the darkness, revealing deep worry and uneasiness. She and Yue Yan were both well-trained agents who had been fighting side by side, but recent events had confused and disappointed Ye Hua. Yue Yan's behavior was becoming more and more incomprehensible, as if she had completely become a different person.

She stood up, walked to the window, gently opened a corner of the curtain, and looked at the busy city outside. The city lights were dazzling, but she did not feel happy at all. Deep in her heart, she was filled with worry for Yue Yan.