When I reached our agreed meeting point, I saw that she had already arrived.
She waved at me when she saw me.
Emery was truly the epitome of a lady from a rich family. On top of her illustrious family background, her features and figure were equally eye-catching.
She was older than me by a year or two and was still single. Furthermore, she was also a career woman—someone who was both savvy and decisive in her actions.
The moment I sat down, she called for the waiter without any hesitation and asked me, “What would you like to have?”
As we were in a restaurant that was new to me, I shrugged my shoulders and replied, “I haven’t tried anything here before. Why don’t you decide?”
Raising her eyebrow, she ordered without delay, “Butter-grilled salmon, seafood chowder, and seared lobster.” She pursed her lips for a brief moment. “That’s all for now. Thanks!”
As the waiter left, she looked at me coldly. “Why are your eyebags so heavy? What happened?”
“It’s no big deal,” I replied. “Are you here for work?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m here on a vacation. I wanted to go overseas. But come to think of it, I’ve been to most places already. So I thought I’d ask you out for lunch and have a little chit-chat.
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Is that all there is?”
She nodded. “Of course, what else can there be? Only three things matter to me in my life—my parents, friends, and money.”
I figured that the values of someone successful were certainly different.
Dressed elegantly, she looked at me and remarked, “Among all the friends I have, you’re the one who seems to be the more boring one.”
She didn’t mince her words at all.
I responded with a smile.
She added, “Both the Featherstone and Stanhope families businesses are enough for you to settle down and enjoy life. Hence, I’m curious as to how you managed to mess up your life to this extent? Don’t you feel meaningless when you focus all your efforts on love and hatred?”
I looked at her, stunned. As the waiter served the butter-grilled salmon, she changed the subject casually. “Try this!”
I took a bite and it tasted delicious. The chef here was renowned, and he used a wide range of ingredients that were of exceptional quality.
“How is it?” she raised eyebrows cheerfully.
She suddenly reminded me of how I was like when I first graduated. I wasn’t rich then but Macy and I would dress up and explore the city. In fact, we would often visit other cities too.
Wherever we went, we would see the famous sights and try the best food. At that time, we even agreed to travel the world when we were rich. This was so that we could try everything that all the different cities had to offer.
“It’s juicy and has a great texture!” I remarked as I gradually relaxed.
Next, the waiter served us some sorbet. Raising her eyebrow with a smile, Emery suggested, “Try this!”
When I took a sip, she commented, “The most important aspect of eating here is the VIP experience. After every course, the waiter will serve a sorbet. They are usually a mixture of juice and Champagne. Other than its refreshing taste, they also help whet your appetite.”
It was indeed as she described. Not only did it taste good, but it also increased one’s desire to eat.
As I smiled faintly at her, my mood improved significantly. “You really didn’t have to come all the way just to share this delicious food with me.”
Shrugging her shoulders, she clicked her tongue, “Sienna, you are overthinking. Not everyone has an agenda in doing something. I’m here to see you and share a meal with you. That’s all!”
“So, you paid a few thousand for the air ticket from K City to J City just to lunch with me?”
She raised her eyebrows. “Mmm-hmm!”
Evidently, I didn’t understand how the rich think.
After the meal, we had a nice chat. And yet, I still didn’t know what Emery was really up to.
When I saw that she didn’t intend to leave, I got worried and asked, “Ms. Moore, we…”
“He’s here! He’s here!” Ignoring me, she looked at the person entering the restaurant in excitement.
Stunned for a few seconds, I turned to see who it was that could drive her to react so hysterically.
A man with exquisite features and an elegant swagger entered.
Prince Charming!
That was the only word that flashed across my mind.
“He’s called Hunter Zane. What do you think? Is he handsome?” Emery asked as she couldn’t peel her eyes off him.
I turned around with my lips pursed. “Therefore, you invited me to spend half a day with you just because you’re waiting for him?”
She shrugged her shoulders with an innocent smile. “You have to understand—eating alone for such a long time feels really awkward.”
In the end, I was just here to be her wingman.
Whatever. I’m here anyway.
Looking at her, I couldn’t help but ask, “How long have you known each other?”
As if we had hit it off, she replied, “Four hundred and sixty-nine days. Including today, it is four hundred and seventy.”
That’s unusually precise.
After Hunter entered, he sat down at another table where a beautiful girl was waiting for him.
I looked at Emery in surprise. “You’re stalking him?”
“Nonsense. Don’t make it sound so degrading. This is a coincidental meeting.”
Haha!
“He is a professor at J University and the lady sitting with him is his student,” she explained while her eyes were still fixated on him.
“A nightclub boss and a professor. Tsk, you really are something, Ms. Moore,” I quipped.
She gave me the side-eye in response. When she saw me struggle to hold back my laughter, she snapped, “What are you talking about? We’re made for each other.”
I couldn’t help but cup my chin, “Didn’t you just reprimand me for indulging myself in love and hatred? What about you now?”
She squirmed her lips. “Other than career and love, there’s still life. Don’t you know that?”
When we returned our attention to Hunter, the lady who sat with him had left.
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