Love after Divorce

Chapter 901

"Theo, a batch of herbs will arrive at the store tonight, the usual rules, an extra shift tonight."

"Working overtime again? Mr. Foster, build more overtime."

"Brat, all you know is money."

"Hey, I know, follow Mr. Foster in order to eat and drink good food."

"......"

Amy is mopping the floor in one of the consultation rooms when she hears Mr. Foster talking to a young

man.

Will there be herbs coming to the store tonight?

I wonder what kind of herbs are coming in here.

As I was thinking, the door was pushed open and Mr. Foster came in.

When he saw Amy, he visibly froze and his brows instantly furrowed.

"Why are you here?"

Amy moved the mop in her hand, "Mr. Foster, didn't you tell me to mop the whole TCM hall?"

Mr. Foster stared at her and said, "All right, you're off duty." All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

So kind as to let her off work?

Amy's eyes and heart moved slightly as something flashed through her mind.

She wiped the sweat from the corner of her forehead and hmmed.

The TCM center will be open until 9:00 pm, so the staff here is basically divided into morning and

evening shifts.

Amy went to the lounge to get changed and was wondering if she wanted to stay on.

Elliot had someone fix her, surely not just to give her a downward spiral, there should be unspeakable

secrets that cannot be discovered.

And just now Mr. Foster suddenly showed mercy and let her off work, how unusual.

It's because you don't want her to see the batch of herbs that come at night, right?

Amy didn't leave right away, but went into the storage room where the cleaning tools were kept.

The storage room is a small place, but it has a window on one side.

Amy stood on a small stool and looked out of the window, which just happened to overlook the back

door of the TCM clinic.

I don't know what time of night that batch of herbs will arrive at the store.

As night falls, neon lights flash, the dividing line between day and night.

Amy stayed in the storeroom and gulped as she touched the small of her muscle gut.

She should have put some small cookies or other food in her bag in advance.

She's starving!

Amy smacked her lips for a moment and glanced out the window.

At this time, a large truck drove up and stopped at the back door of the TCM center.

A car is coming!

Amy's spirit was instantly shaken, and her eyes were fixed on the car for a moment.

Soon the man in the cab got out of the car and Mr. Foster stepped out and shook hands with the other

man.

The driver opened the carriage and signaled Mr. Foster to check it.

Mr. Foster got into the carriage and after checking a few things, signaled the porters to move the herbs.

Amy watched steadily and waited for the driver and Mr. Foster to finish handing over and leave before

exiting the storage room.

She had to find out if there was a problem with this batch of herbs or not.

Amy arrived outside the herb store and found the doors locked.

She stepped forward and subconsciously pressed the door to see what was going on inside.

The door thumped and she made a commotion.

Someone chided, "Who is it?"

Amy was startled and hastily crept to the corner.

Soon, Mr. Foster and a worker came running over, their eyes covered with alarm.

Amy held her breath as she watched Mr. Foster step in her direction, her heart beating in her throat.

That's when the cat barked.

Mr. Foster's footsteps lurched and he looked back at Wildcat.

"Mr. Foster, it turned out to be a feral cat." The worker said.

Mr. Foster glanced in Amy's direction, did not speak, and gestured for the workers to leave with him.

When there was no movement outside, Amy poked her head slightly sideways towards the outside,

before she came out from the corner with a pat on the back.

This Mr. Foster so nervous about this batch of herbs, there is definitely something wrong.