The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife
Chapter 315 Madam Shaw The Guru

George's humbleness had instead escalated the barb in Madam Shaw's gaze.

She took a glance at him before saying in a patronizing tone, "It'll be more difficult for both of you to replace a job since you're older, but your son looks robust. Hmm, if he's an honest person and is willing to work hard, I can replace him a job. After all, you're related to Susie. I should help out anyway." 1

She sounded like she was giving charity. Madam Shaw honestly thought that she was doing Susan a huge favor by offering her help.

Finding Oliver a job... Julian arched his brow, floored by his mother's absurdity. In spite of it, he took a sip calmly without the intention to explain.

His mother had left the business sphere for far too many years, but her character grew more domineering and brittle. What happened today would do her good as a lesson to remember.

Contrasting Julian's composure, Susan blinked. She wanted to speak up but was stopped by Luna with her gaze.

Luna asked with a smile, "Oh, what kind of job would Madam Shaw be introducing my son to?"

"I'm curious as well." Oliver meant it genuinely.

Madam Shaw lifted her eyes coolly. "You're healthy, yes?"

"Quite so," Oliver agreed.

"Any expertise that you specialize in?" asked Madam Shaw.

"Expertise?" Oliver hesitated. "Does it count that I'm good at fighting?"

Madam Shaw actually took a moment to think before answering, "I can introduce you to a bodyguard job. With my referral, you can easily earn over tens of thousands a month given that you're skilled." Oliver looked quite speechless then, but Anna's interest was piqued. She looked at Madam Shaw with bright eyes. "What about me? Madam Shaw, can you replace me a job too? I can fight as well." Madam Shaw scanned Anna. "Bodyguard companies usually don't take women. Girls can take up simple jobs like a clerk or something. Four to five thousand dollars a month is guaranteed. It's not much, but it's enough to feed the family."

"Four to five thousand dollars? Why should I make less than half than him..." Anna was vexed.

Oliver raised his brow, preening. "This is our difference."

"Pft." Anna waved her claws at Oliver.

"Stop messing around." Luna looked at her children, successfully quieting both Oliver and Anna. She then looked toward Madam Shaw with a smile. "Thank you for your kind thoughts, Madam Shaw. We should be alright for now though. My son already has a job while Anna's in no hurry for one since she just graduated from college."

Madam Shaw squinted her eyes. This relative of Susan's was elegant. One would actually take her as a rich wife at a glance, but since she was Susan's relative, she was probably an ordinary person. Madam Shaw responded casually, "Up to you. But my promise stands. If you need any help in the future, I'll still offer it for Susie."

"Sure, thank you for that, Madam Shaw." Luna thanked her naturally.

Her humility prodded Madam Shaw's urge to speak as she transformed into a guru with a chuckle.

"Actually, we're all divided into classes. I can understand your intention to ascend into the upper class by leveraging Susie, but you have to be mindful. We can help with average requests, but if you step over the line, that won't do."

"Since your daughter's graduated college, she should look for a job soon. Children from poorer families start hustling earlier. She has no right to be stubborn. You shouldn't spoil her too much. "Your son looks strong, but just being strong won't cut i 1.1 think you should make him pick up some skills.

Just look at the laborers who only know how to carry bricks on construction sites. They toil from morning to night every day, but they cannot even make ten thousand dollars a month. Masters with expertise, or the other hand, can make thirty to forty thousand dollars per month. We specialize in construction. If your son has the intention to venture into this field, I can help out.

"Also..."

Madam Shaw turned into a life coach.

Luna actually smiled all the while she spoke, even occasionally nodding and agreeing to her.

Her commendable attitude made Madam Shaw approve her slightly more.

"I didn't expect you to be so courteous," Madam Shaw said with a smile. "If you're free in the future, we welcome you to visit Susie more often."

"That's great, thanks," Luna responded politely.

Madam Shaw was pleased, feeling smug as she thought that she had control over the scene just now. After a while, however, there was an inkling that something was not right somewhere. Why was everyone else not talking other than Luna? And their expressions were puzzling too.

While Madam Shaw was fiddling with her doubt, Julian finally put down the tea that he had been sipping on leisurely. "Let's prepare for dinner."

"Yes, yes, dinner," Susan quickly chorused.

The dinner for the holiday was a feast.

Julian turned on the television while the rest of the people poured into their seats.

Seemingly feeling that she could replace a chatting partner in Luna, Madam Shaw took her place beside the woman. "Right, I don't know how to address you guys yet."

"I'm Luna Wright, this is my husband, George Wright, my son, Oliver, and my daughter Anna," Luna introduced with a smile.

"I see." Madam Shaw nodded, not noticing anything with the names. After all, she was not interested in current events. Other than the Prime Minister's name which everyone knew, others might not be aware of the other ministers in the cabinet except for those who paid attention.

Steaming dishes were served on the table as Madam Shaw said with a smile, "Help yourselves tonight.

There must be a lot on the table that you guys haven't seen, yes? Look at this Alaskan Crab, it's not an ordinary crab. It's specially airlifted here in the morning from a specific island that farms them overseas. The size and the texture are all the best. But this crab is more of a hassle when you eat it..." 1

Madam Shaw went on with her talk while Luna nodded from time to time. Her impressed look prompted Madam Shaw's motivation to speak even more. If one did not pay attention to the actual content of the conversation, both of them looked like they were having a good time.

Susan was high on alert listening to them and could not help tugging Julian's sleeve. "Julian, Mom, she..."

"Don't worry." Julian looked unperturbed.

He was, however, impressed when he looked toward Luna. An ex-minister of foreign affairs indeed. He knew that his mother was a tough character to handle but Luna made it seem so easy to mingle with her. Watching how they were happily engaged in conversation, Julian turned on the television and all of them watched the program while they had dinner.

It was almost tradition for all Canadians to watch the evening show on this holiday.