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"Of course it's..." Samuel Johnson smiled mysteriously, "Chop her up."
His tone and smile seemed carefree, but his eyes held a serious intensity. Tim Morrison cocked his head, unable to tell if Samuel was joking or being serious.
Joy Parker, wrapped in a tight-fitting dress, emerged from the inside. Because the dress was so tight, she kept inhaling sharply and complained, "Is this dress a size too small? It's so tight I can't even eat."
Samuel rose from the sofa, propping his chin and said indifferently, "It was bought according to Amanda's figure. It's not my fault you're so fat."
Joy glared at him, "You're the one who's fat! Your whole family is fat!"
Her figure was the kind that never gained weight no matter how much she ate, envied by many. And yet he dared call her fat!
Samuel waved his hand dismissively, glanced at his watch, and said, "It's eight o'clock, about time, right?"