521.Chapter 521

The vehicle pulled up to a yard with a garden. Outside stood a plain, middle-aged woman in a floral apron.

"Dear, is dinner ready yet?" Grover asked with a beaming smile as he parked the vehicle.

"Yes, it's been done for a while now," Doris called out warmly. She walked over and gently wiped the sweat from Grover's forehead with her sleeve.

Grover chuckled, "Not hot at all. Here, this is for you."