Chapter 32
Oliver's gaze was as calm as ever when he answered, "Yes."
Emilia flashed a smile and said, "Well, let's grab something to eat and chat."
"Maybe we should change our clothes first." Sloane looked down at the cartoon prints on their leisure wears.
Neither of them had expected more than a quick trip forbreakfast, so they hadn't bothered to dress properly.
"Would you rather wait for us while we change into something else?" Emilia asked.
"There's no need. Just tell us where you're eating and we'll come along," Oliver replied, his tone unexpectedly warm.
"You're serious?" Emilia asked, her eyes narrowing in disbelief as she studied him, then glanced at the sleek luxury cars lined up nearby.
Everything about his designer suit screamed that he belonged somewhere far fancier than the cozy breakfast spot she had picked out.
Even the watch gleaming on his wrist, a Patek Philippe worth a fortune, felt laughably out of place here. The priciest dish on her usual menu hardly cost more than pocket change.
"Of course," Oliver said, his gaze steady behind the rim of his golden glasses.
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A tiny eatery stood by the road.
Oliver's brow furrowed as he took in the cramped setting, his unease plain as he hovered above the flimsy plastic stool. In that moment, he realized he had agreed too quickly. Jeffry fished out some wet wipes and scrubbed every inch of the table and stool, going over the job more than once.
Oliver had never once lowered himself to eat in surroundings like this, not when his entire life had been steeped in fine dining and prestige.
Most of the people in the shop wore comfortable clothes-some even lounged in their pajamas. Spotting someone in a suit was not something anyone would expect.
Customers inside the shop couldn't help but stare, not only because of the suits the two men wore but also because of how good-looking the four were.
Even in their silly leisure wears, the two women still carried a kind of elegance that couldn't be hidden.
Those who had only come to pick up food found themselves lingering, sneaking in an extra glance or two before leaving.
"Take a seat. Otherwise, you'll just end up standing the whole time," Emilia said, giving him a pointed look.
Her eyes swept over the window where she noticed a small cluster of onlookers. A few timid girls peeked in,only to scurry off in embarrassment before daring to come inside.
At this rate, finding an empty chair would soon be impossible.
With a stiff expression, Oliver finally sat down, his frown showing how unwilling he was.
Soon after, the waiter arrived with four steaming bowls of seafood noodles.
On the way over, Oliver had insisted he was paying and told them to order freely. Emilia hadn't planned to hold back in the slightest.
It wasn't long before the cramped eatery filled up completely.
Some of the younger boys and girls walked in withno intention of eating, only to steal a glance at Oliver.
Because his back faced them, Oliver didn't notice the phones lifted in secret to snap his photo.
"Yesterday, Ms. Harris, you gave first aid to a little girl. She's actually..." Oliver faltered when he tried to say it,which was unusual for him.
"She's my daughter. I appreciate what you did for her,"Oliver finally said,laying a car key on the table.
"That's for the Pagani. I heard you know your way around a race track, so I thought you'd appreciate it. If that's not your style, you can pick another supercar. I've also got a villa ready for you. We could sign the transfer papers this afternoon if you have time. Plus, this card holds fifty million111he said, slipping a bank card toward Emilia.
Jeffry was astonished by the two girls' calm demeanor in the face of such wealth. He couldn't tell if they were frozen by shock or simply unimpressed by wealth of this scale.
Was it really possible that some people could treat money as nothing more than a passing thought?