I said, "You don't have to, we have everything at home. You can just come here without bringing anything."
"That won't do. Ask Anne what she wants to eat. I'll make some for her tomorrow." This was Valerie's voice.
I sighed slightly and said, "It is alright. Hendrix will send someone to buy the things we need."
My phone notified me that it was running low on power. I looked at it, and before they could finish, I said, "My phone is running out of battery. I've got to go."
I ended the call, feeling slightly dumbstruck by the conversation I just had. When I was little, Monique and I often lied on the same bed and said that we wouldn't get married in the future. When the time came, we would work hard to make money and buy a big house. We could live the carefree life we wanted and not care about anyone else.
When I thought about it now, I could not help but smile. Our thoughts changed as we aged. It was a blessing to have children after a certain age.
Suddenly, I thought of Nerissa. My phone was running out of battery, so I hastily sent Hendrix a message and asked him to pick Nerissa up tomorrow.
We still had a long way to go. Even though there were a lot of conflicts between us, we were still family.
After sending the message, the phone shut down on its own.
As the waiter served the food, I heard a strange sound in the restaurant cause by those who had just entered/
I instinctively looked up and saw Irvin walking in front of them. It seemed that he was here for a business discussion. The instability of the Granger Group exhausted him.
His slender body was authoritative, and his short hair looked a little messy. He left it ungroomed and his expression was cold and stoic.
Even though he was walking with the same group of people, he looked much more charming than the rest.
I sat by the window. He wouldn't know I was here if no one told him.
Thus, I gathered that the restaurant manager standing next to him must have informed him of my presence.
After all, we were rumored to be lovers at one point.
I looked up at the pouring rain, "I drove!"
He nodded and said, "I'll walk you to your car." "There's no need forthat!" I rejected him.
I heard him laugh. "Even if you hate me, you don't have to do this. I am not that evil, so you don't have to avoid me."
I pursed my lips and stared at the shoes that were wet from the rain. "I didn't mean to give that money to you. You and Hendrix are both outstanding businessmen. There is no need to hurt each other for a person who is barely worth it."
If they wanted to, they could join forces and conquer the business world.
He sneered, "Are you worried about me? Or Hendrix?"
I knew he was stubborn.
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