Never See You Again

"Take a look and see if there's anything you like." Zion handed the menu to Maeve.

Maeve glanced over it. "Just order everything Charlie mentioned!"

Zion pursed his lips and chuckled at this.

Beside her, Charlie blurted out, "See? I told you Zion's choices would be spot on! It's all your favorites!"

Maeve gave Zion a look of confusion, but the latter didn't explain.

"Sorry, sir. We're out of seafood. Could we replace it with something else?" The waiter spoke cautiously,

afraid of upsetting Zion.

Charlie frowned. "What's going on? I ordered them in a call earlier. How can you run out of it?"

He was meticulous in planning celebrations and banquets and had never had any mishaps. This was a blow to his ego.

"I'm really sorry, sir. Another table reserved them earlier but our inventory system made a mistake. We can compensate you with some other sides. Please accept our apologies," The waiter apologized.

"I don't care for compensation! Who reserved them? I'll go talk to them!" Charlie stood up.

Maeve quickly stopped him. "Forget it. We don't have to get them. Besides, I don't really like seafood." Originally, she only ate seafood because Sergio liked it. In reality, she never enjoyed how they tasted. "Zion purposefully reserved the seafood here because he knew the taste is milder than other restaurants! Damn it!" Charlie seemed quite upset.

Maeve calmly said to the waiter, "Can we just have some steaks please?"

"Yes, I'll have it prepared right away." The waiter smiled.

Maeve rested her cheek on her hand and turned to Charlie. "Steaks are a safer option than seafood, don't

you think?"

Charlie finally calmed down after that.

"I need to use the restroom. Please excuse me." Maeve got up. As she was about to leave, she bumped into a waiter carrying the seafood. They were heading for one of the other private suites. "Miss, the restroom is right this way." The waiter informed Maeve.

"Okay, thank you." Maeve walked down the corridor, catching a glimpse of the table inside the suite. There seemed to be a banquet/inside.

"Miss, the restroom is this way." The waiter reminded her again.

Maeve turned around and saw the restroom around the corner.

Inside the private room, Sergio heard the commotion outside and instinctively glanced toward the door,

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catching a glimpse of a figure dressed in red.

"Mr. Brooks, Mr. Watt is giving you a toast, Clara whispered.

Sergio hummed and nodded.

"Congratulations, Mr. Brooks!" Dylan grinned.

"Oh?" This caught Sergio's attention. He didn't know what Dylan was congratulating him for.

Dylan had a knowing look. "Mrs. Brooks recently won a piece of land at the auction, and I heard the land will be part of a green city project. She will also get a few billion worth of subsidies. The land's value will skyrocket in the future!"

Sergio frowned. He hadn't heard anything about this.

Clara's face fell at this. "You must be joking, right, Mr. Watt?"

"Why would I joke about this? This is all true! Haven't you heard, Mr. Brooks?" Dylan tilted his head at

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