Do You Know Commander Ethan?

The surrounding officers also held their breath, nervously watching their stern commander.

At this moment, Commander Ethan was in a bad mood, and whoever dared to interrupt the communication now would be in trouble!

Tiger whispered to Ethan, "Master, you left a backup communication number for the Johnson family. The lady is calling, but I'm not sure if she knows about what you did before... Do you want to take the call?"

Ethan remained composed and glanced at everyone. "Meeting adjourned."

With that, leaving everyone stunned, he walked into his adjacent private lounge.

Ethan casually unbuttoned the collar of his uniform, revealing his Adam's apple as he said, "Connect."

After a pause, he added, "No projection."

"Understood!"

Meanwhile, Amelia lay on the soft bed, idly swinging her feet.

She mentally organized her thoughts. First, she needed to inquire why they helped the Johnson family; that was crucial. But more importantly, it was best if the person had no connection with Ethan!

Then, she had to figure out how to convince them to help her family through this crisis. Perhaps there would be some payment involved, but that was only fair.

Just as she was contemplating, the communication connected.

Amelia quickly sat up straight, only to find that the projection from the other side was dark.

She thought, perhaps the person was cautious, given their position in the palace.

Respectfully, Amelia said, "Hello, I'm Amelia from the Johnson family restaurant. Thank you very much for your previous help."

Ethan observed the girl on the screen, dressed elegantly in a dress, with long hair cascading down. She appeared gentle and polite, not someone who would hastily marry anyone.

He had Tiger activate a voice modulator, adding a mature and gentle tone to his naturally deep voice. "It was just a small favor."

"Your 'small favor' was a big help to our family. May I ask why you helped the Johnson family?"

"I... enjoy the cuisine at the Johnson family restaurant."

Amelia understood; they were fans of their restaurant. Her tone brightened. "Oh, that's wonderful! We're opening a branch in District One. Are you located there? We'd love to have you as a regular customer."

"Yes."

Though the response was brief, the fact that they enjoyed the Johnson family's cuisine subtly bridged the gap between them.

The conversation flowed smoothly, with Amelia doing most of the talking while the other party replied in short phrases.

After a while, Amelia got to the point. "We might face some difficulties with our fruit and vegetable supply. Could you help us again? Of course, this request is quite sudden, and if it's too much trouble, we'll find another solution..."

"It's fine."

The voice on the other end was gentle, akin to the resonance of a cello in one's heart.

And remarkably, it was a swift agreement!

Amelia appreciated beauty and pleasant voices. Naturally, she expressed her gratitude once more.

But before ending the call, she cautiously asked, "Sir, may I know your name?"

"You can call me Mr. E."

"And... do you happen to know Commander Ethan?"

"No, I don't."

The response was swift, leaving Amelia momentarily stunned, her beautiful eyes wide with surprise and her eyelashes fluttering with doubt.

Ethan frowned and added, "I mean, I'm not familiar with him."

Amelia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She had thought so; after all, Ethan was the top commander in the galaxy. Who would dare claim not to know him?

But within the palace, perhaps only the king was acquainted with him, given they were relatives. Otherwise, it would be Ethan's subordinate officers.

Clearly, this Mr. E was just an ordinary palace worker with no connection to Ethan. They had little to no interaction usually.

Amelia felt reassured.

"Alright then, Mr. E, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

After the call ended, Ethan went to handle some paperwork. Tiger hesitated for a moment before whispering, "Master, you just told several lies. You've never been one to lie."

Tiger thought indignantly, and to his own wife no less!

Ethan half-closed his eyes. "She's afraid of me now. If I told the truth, she wouldn't have stayed on the line for so long."

Tiger checked the duration of the call, which was a staggering twenty-eight minutes.

His wife could chat with a stranger for twenty-eight minutes, yet she was reluctant to reply to the master's messages. Suddenly, Tiger felt a twinge of sympathy for his master.

However...

"Master, why did you help the Johnson family in the first place? That was many years ago."

Surely it wasn't because he enjoyed the food at the Johnson family restaurant. His master was too lazy even to drink nutritional fluid unless he feared starvation!

Ethan picked up a file, coldly ignoring Tiger.

Meanwhile, Amelia turned to report this good news to her grandfather.

With Mr. E's help, they were not afraid of any trouble from the Smith family.

When Frederick asked about Mr. E's appearance, Amelia thought for a moment before saying, "He didn't project, but from his voice, he seems to be in his thirties or forties, gentle. I guess he's a civilian worker in the palace. He mentioned that he loves the cuisine at our Johnson family restaurant. When our branch opens in District One, I'll personally cook for him!"

Frederick could see Amelia's excitement and smiled kindly. "You can cook? You've never cooked for your grandfather to taste."

"I was afraid you wouldn't like it, Grandpa. I've learned quite a bit in the past two years. How about I cook a couple of dishes for you today?" Amelia smiled sweetly.

To make her cooking skills seem more plausible, Amelia had been 'learning to cook' while recuperating in the past two years.

Frederick shook his head. "It's too late today. Eating too much at night causes indigestion. Tomorrow then."

"Okay, Grandpa."

As Amelia left her grandfather's study, intending to fetch some ingredients from the kitchen, she bumped into Bella, who was chopping vegetables.

Despite the availability of household robots, the Johnson family members preferred to cook for themselves.

Bella was chopping carrots with a knife, while beside her stood the determined Charlotte.

Charlotte, her eyes red, said with grievance, "Mom, I really didn't mean for things to go wrong. I didn't expect that, in the panic, I'd dial Alexander's communication. Please don't be angry, okay?"

Bella chopped the carrots vigorously, reducing them to tiny pieces.

She sneered, "Your panic seems quite organized. Why did you only dial the groom's communication? Now that Alexander isn't marrying Amelia anymore, are you happy?"

"Mom, I didn't, I really didn't..."

"I'm not your mom, stop calling me that!"