Chapter 450

Chapter 450

In a short while, the tan had finished their game Matthew took the initiative to pet away the chess

pieces and board, bidding the old man farewell with a courteous yet refined manner. Cynthia also hide

Carewell. Though Old Man Tanz was reluctant to let them go, he understood not to delay them for too

long.

“How are you going back, Captain?” she asked.

“I’ll hail a cab.”

Old Man Tanz was taken aback. He glanced instinctively at the SUV parked nearby, confused by the

blatant lie. However, he chose not to confront Matthew, silently watching the performance unfold. He

was curious as to what Matthew was planning.

“It’s quite a distance to walk from here, and there aren’t many cabs around. Where are you headed? If

it’s not too far, I can give you a ride,” Cynthia said, holding the car keys.

The Captain had always been kind to them. She could not just stand by and watch him walk all that

way,

Matthew’s eyes remained indifferent, his tone casual. “Would it be too much trouble?”

“Not at all, Let’s go,” Cynthia replied.

“Okay”

Marthew followed her obediently Old Man Tand’s lips twitched. How crafty!

Cynthia led Matthew to her car, oblivious to any suspicion, and swiftly left the military compound. Her

lack of doubt stemmed from seeing three cars in the Tanz family’s garage when she arrived and

knowing that the Captain had walked over. She never considered the possibility that he might have

arrived earlier. Old Man Tanz had not let any information slip

Once settled in the passenger seat, Matthew sent Old Man Tanz a message notifying him that

someone would retrieve the car The next day.

“Cynthia.” He glanced at her after sending the message.

She was focused on driving, “Hmm?

“I mentioned applying for a job earlier. Have you given it any thought? Matthew toyed with his phone,

an aura of casual indifference about him. Even his glance held a hint of languidess

Cynthia besitated. “You weren’t joking?”

“No.”

“You really want a job?”

”

“What type of job?”

“Anything that puts me in the same office as you or involves work related to you.” Matthew’s voice was

low as he glanced at a message on his phone

is from his father.

Hank Quier: Have you really retired?)

Matthew gooded swiftly, [Yes]

Cynth was ordused.

“Why?” she asked, puzzled by hits work res

“I’ve never worked outside the military. I’ve always been training, encullog missions, or instructing

others.” Matthew stated solemnly, his words leaving no room for doubt.

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Cynthia thought for a moment. It seemed true. Life in the organization was different from the outside

world. Although the Captain possessed a variety of skills and integrating into society would not be a

difficult task, every beginning has its challenges, and an initial adjustment period would indeed be

necessary.

“Come to the company after the holidays. I’ll give you a contract,” she said, her innocence reminding

him of a bunny rabbit. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the comers of Matthew’s lips. He

turned his gaze toward her, asking, “Really?”

“Minhm.”

“Alright.”

With a nod, Matthew agreed. Just at that moment, his phone lit up again. The incoming message was

still from his father. [Hank Quier: So when are you coming back to inherit our properties? Your mother

and I want to go on a vacation.)