Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 18

Emily tried several restaurants but none of them were good enough, so she asked Joyce for help. But

they are much of a muchness. Not surprisingly, they didn't come up with any good plans.

Lucas called her again. She didn't want to answer it but considering that he might offer some good

ideas, she picked it up.

But she didn't expect Lucas to switch to an affectionate mode as soon as he opened his mouth. He

said affectionately, "Emily, I'm listening to you. I've already gotten my marriage certificate with Iris."

Emily felt nauseous and said with a sour tone, "Congratulations!"

Lucas forced a smile and said, "Emily, you know I don't want your blessing."

"Then what do you want? Curse?" Emily sneered.

"Emily, can't we go back to our old days? I'll still listen to you and follow your lead, so why can't you be

nice to me?" Lucas asked sadly.

"No." Emily refused directly.

Lucas sighed and said slowly, "I know it won't be that easy, but can you come out and have dinner with

me? Just regard it as... The last meal!"

Emily sneered in her heart, "The last meal?!" Was he going to die after that?

Oh, shoot! Having dinner. That's the point. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Speaking of having dinner, I have something to ask you. I recently got a really picky customer. Can

you recommend some nice restaurants to me? The customer doesn't eat spicy, sour, or sweet food,

and he loves light meals. Mmm... It would be better if the restaurant is tranquil and clean."

"Who's that? He's so particular," Lucas said unhappily.

Emily said, "If you know someplace like that, tell me. If not, stop grumbling."

"Yes, yes, yes. Don't be angry. I'll send you the address right away. You can use my name to reserve a

table. It's an underground restaurant, and only accepts VIP members," Lucas said quickly.

"Thank you," Emily said.

As soon as she hung up, she received a text message from Lucas, including the address and name, as

well as his membership number.

After settling the matter, Emily heaved a sigh of relief and quickly sent the address to Jason to let him

inform Franklin.

In fact, she still didn't understand why Franklin wanted to dine with her.

There were circumstances that they would treat VIP clients a feast after signing a big contract.

But basically, these VIP clients were very busy unless they were interested in the saleslady. Otherwise,

they would say no.

Franklin was definitely a busy person, so he was interested in me?

Emily could not help but blush at the thought of the steamy scenes that night and felt her cheek burning

hot.

"Impossible, impossible. How could he get interested in me?" Emily laughed at herself again.

If it was someone else, she might still have this confidence. But it was Franklin, who had seen all kinds

of beauty before. How could he fall for her just because he slept with her for one night?

Cinderella's story is charming, but it is a fairy tale, and fairy tales are all lies.

Emily arrived at the restaurant early and waited for Franklin in the VIP room.

She thought that busy people like Franklin would come very late, but she didn't expect him to come on

time.

"Mr. Brent, have a seat." Emily immediately stood up attentively.

Franklin sat down across her, still in that cold and indifferent manner.

However, for this place, he said with admiration, "Well, nice environment. It might take you quite some

time to find out this place, so thoughtful."

"As long as you like it. I also want to thank Mr. Brent for buying so many houses, which has helped me

a lot," Emily said politely.

Franklin's eyes deepened, and he asked slowly, "Then how are you going to thank me?"

"Ah?" Emily looked at him in confusion.

Franklin said, "Didn't you say I helped you a lot? How are you going to thank me?"

"I..."

Emily thought to herself, "I'm treating you to dinner right now. Doesn't that count?"