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"Young man, you're good-looking." William looked at Kendrix with a big smile, thinking Kendrix was indeed good-looking no matter how he saw it.
Kendrix smiled. "Same to you, Mr. Carter."
"Hahaha." William burst out laughing. "You're a smooth talker."
Sylvia was stunned. Kendrix? A smooth talker?
She thought she might need to bring her great-grandfather to an optician.
Kendrix was the exact opposite of a smooth talker; it was already good enough for him not to piss anyone off.
Kendrix smiled again.
William was not in a hurry to leave anymore; Kendrix piqued his interest. "Young man, since you're free, why don't you take a walk with me?"
Sylvia was dumbfounded when she heard that.
What was her great-grandfather thinking by asking Kendrix on a walk?
Anyhow, Kendrix wouldn't say yes anyway; he must have his things to attend to.
Just as she was about to speak, Kendrix nodded. "Sure."
Everyone was acting beyond her imagination.