Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 802: Looking for a Sugar Mama

Audrey Sutton was initially quite mindful of Anna’s clothes, not wanting them to get too dirty.

But she later gave up because Anna was no longer the little one who would obediently let anyone hold him; he now had his own ideas.

Shane Warner said children are in their exploration stage, and when everything seems new to them, they shouldn’t be too restricted to act according to adult ideas, as long as they’re safe.

Audrey Sutton thus didn’t bother with Anna’s clothes, letting him crawl on the ground. Since the kid was having fun, she felt much more relaxed.

Only five or six tents were set up, allowing everyone to rest during the day, and for people like Faye Xavier who love staying up all night, nighttime rest would be in the RV.

Today, it seemed there was no work, so Shane Warner and Julian Bishop could relax and sit under the sun.

Audrey Sutton always felt Julian Bishop was somewhat cold towards strangers. She didn’t know if it was shyness or just his naturally frosty demeanor, but she often felt he had some kind of opinion about her.

Whenever she went to the company to find Shane Warner previously, she always felt Julian Bishop’s gaze was a bit odd.

Initially, Audrey Sutton thought Julian Bishop might be like Lan Irving, thinking she wasn’t quite good enough for Shane Warner, but later she realized Julian Bishop wasn’t that kind of person.

His working mind probably wouldn’t consider such intricate things, plus, she remembered that the first time she met Julian Bishop, when he saw her injured, he kindly helped treat her wound, suggesting he wasn’t a petty person.

"Sutton, come take some photos!"

Hearing Barry Barrett calling her, Audrey Sutton immediately turned to Shane Warner who was chatting with Julian Bishop not far away, saying, "Honey, watch our son!"

Shane Warner nodded, and Audrey Sutton stood up from the grass, brushed off her behind, and continued, "Remember, it’s about time to change our son’s diaper."

Shane Warner looked around, thinking of asking Faye Xavier to get the diaper from the RV, but then noticed Faye Xavier and Luc were nowhere to be seen.

By the stream, Faye Xavier and Luc were sitting with a group of five or six women in front of a tent.

The women were all young and beautiful, with voluptuous figures, dressed sensually and stylishly.

"You say you two are just junior staff at the company? I don’t believe it; I saw you arrive, and those dozen luxury RVs by the roadside aren’t something mere junior staff can afford, right?" A woman with wine-red hair questioned Faye Xavier’s earlier words.

Faye Xavier, known for her cheeky mouth, handled it easily, shamelessly saying, "You might indeed be disappointed. We are only out as drivers for our boss, just earning some hard cash."

The woman seemed doubtful but didn’t show any disdain in front of Faye Xavier and Morgan Quinn. Instead, she smiled and asked, "So how much does your company pay per month then?"

Morgan Quinn answered appropriately, "Well, that depends on the boss’s mood. When he’s in a good mood, we might get seven or eight thousand; if not, four or five thousand, sometimes even two or three thousand."

Another girl with a bob cut showed an exaggeratedly surprised expression, "Oh? Two or three thousand? Just living in an apartment in the big city would cost about a thousand a month, wouldn’t it? Two or three thousand sounds too little."

Faye Xavier immediately lamented, "Yes, sometimes I can’t even afford instant noodles."

Morgan Quinn sighed, "Hey, just can’t find a sugar mommy to support me."

A brunette girl next to them leaned over, saying, "You want a sugar mommy? I can introduce you!"

Morgan Quinn smirked, wrapped his arm around the brunette girl’s waist, and said flirtatiously, "I think you fit the bill perfectly."

The brunette girl giggled sweetly, nestling into Morgan Quinn’s arm halfheartedly, "Handsome guy, don’t tease me, okay? I still need someone to support me,"

The wine-red-haired woman teased, "To be honest, with looks like yours, it should be quite easy to find a sugar mommy. You’d probably be sought-after."

The women shared a knowing smile while saying this.

Faye Xavier and Morgan Quinn, a pair with many tricks up their sleeves, didn’t pay attention to the women’s expressions, focusing instead on their playful banter, using the moment to flirt.

The bob-cut girl asked, "By the way, guys, where’re you planning to go next?"

Faye Xavier replied, "Heading further south."

The bob-cut girl voiced in a coy manner, "Oh? That’s a shame; I thought you were heading west too. The scenery on a road trip west is more charming."

Morgan Quinn said, "I’m head west too, just with a detour to have fun in the southern cities before looping to the west."

The wine-red-haired woman paused thoughtfully for two seconds and then suggested to her sisters, "Maybe we should tag along with them; it’s livelier with more people."

The bob-cut girl agreed, "Sure, I’ve always felt that us girls might not be safe alone. Having you two along would definitely protect us!"

Faye Xavier chuckled, "Alright, if you don’t mind the detour, come along."

The brunette girl nodded in agreement, saying, "Sounds good. We’ve quit our jobs anyway, let’s have fun since we’re out here."

Morgan Quinn and Faye Xavier exchanged a glance, possibly sharing the same thought. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

This trip finally has some beauties for company!

Over at the RV.

Norman Sutton was inside the food truck brewing ginger tea for Lana Holloway.

Despite never stepping into a kitchen, he insisted on doing it himself, cutting his left index finger while slicing ginger. Now, his finger was wrapped in a band-aid, as he clumsily lifted the lid raised by boiling water, only to scald his right hand with steam, dropping the lid to the ground with a "bang".

The worker beside him looked on with concern, picking up the lid and saying, "Young Master, let us handle it; you earn a living with your hands, can’t have them injured."

Norman Sutton insisted, "No need, I’ll do it myself. It’s all brewed, just needs serving."

The worker sighed helplessly and set the lid aside, handing Norman Sutton an empty bowl and a ladle, "Be careful when serving, don’t burn your hand."

Having learned his lesson, Norman Sutton managed to serve without incident.

Holding the steaming bowl of ginger tea at the RV door, he watched Lana Holloway still fishing for something in the stream, unsure how to deliver the tea.

If he sent a servant saying the young master brewed it personally, such forced and pretentious behavior would be worse than him delivering it himself.

But taking it over by himself felt daunting.

After contemplating, he returned inside to serve a few more bowls...