Chapter 503
Anathea reached out her hand. “That’s why we should work together. Let’s help you regain the fame you once had. I want to see the dazzling queen you once were, standing proudly in the spotlig and shining with all your charm again.”
Hannah’s eyes reddened as she looked at Anathea. After a long moment of silence, she nodded solemnly and took her hand. Thank you,
Thea.”
Anathea had been there for her when she was at her lowest.
“If you’re thanking me for that, then I’d have to spend the whole fight thanking you,” Anathea said with a playful wink.
Hannah smiled. “It’s not that serious.”
“Of course it is,” Anathea insisted. “Do you know how many years we’ve known each other?”
Hannah thought for a moment. “Around 16 years?”
Anathea gasped. “More like 16 years and three months! Hannah, how could you forget that?”
“Oh, come on, it’s only a three–month difference. That’s hardly-
“Not even close! That’s a big difference!”
“Haha, okay, okay, I admit it. Please forgive me, auntie!”
Under the cover of night, the Rolls–Royce drove silently through the city streets.
Martin, the secretary, glanced at the heavy traffic ahead during rush hour and prepared to turn around.
“Turn left at the next alley and stop there,” Gregory said suddenly
“The alley up ahead?”
Martin glanced at the crowd gathered for late–night snacks. He was momentarily puzzled, but after checking the map, he quickly caught on. He followed the instructions and parked in a discreet, quieter spot.
Gregory stepped out and walked slowly to the end of the alley.
The neon sign of Hale Eatery stood out brightly among the other restaurants.
It was still a bit early for the late–night rush, and there were only a handful of diners inside.
Samantha was still wrapping ravioli when she heard the door curtain rustle. She looked up and froze in surprise.
After a few seconds, she hurriedly wiped her hands on her apron and respectfully approached Gregory. “Mr. Sinclair! What brings you here?”
She glanced cautiously behind him. This time was different–he hadn’t brought a whole team of bodyguards, just a single
secretary.
However, he hadn’t brought Anathea either. That surprised her a little, though she didn’t ask. She just smiled and said “What would you like to eat, Mr. Sinclair?”
Standing among the worn tables, Gregory looked out of place. Martin blinked, wondering if Gregory was really planning to eat
here.
As far as he could recall, Gregory had never dined in a place like this.
Gregory recalled the way Anathea looked while eating ravioli. He turned to Samantha and said, “One order of ravioli.”
Samantha replied, “Alright!”
Gregory suddenly glanced at Martin. “And you?”
Martin was caught off guard. He hadn’t expected to be included.
But since Gregory was treating, he wasn’t about to say no. He ordered a bowl of spaghetti Bolognese.
“Take a seat, both of you,” Samantha said warmly, leading them to a table.
Gregory looked around and chose the second table by the window.
Martin quickly grabbed some napkins, wiped down the table, and even took the initiative to heat up the utensils.
Gregory sat down with his back to the entrance.
Soon, the ravioli and spaghetti bolognese were served, filling the air with a mouthwatering aroma.
The place gradually filled with more diners, and the once quiet shop grew lively.
Martin sneaked a glance at Gregory sitting across from him.
Gregory remained calm as he ate his bowl of ravioli.
Just then, the curtain at the entrance was lifted again.
“After hours of fun, we can finally eat. Thea, you go on inside. I’ll park the car.”
Gregory’s hand, which had been holding his spoon, froze mid–air.
Anathea walked in with two children. “It’s been a while. I’ve missed this place.”
Samantha’s face lit up the moment she saw her. “Nat! You’re here too?”
Before Anathea could ask what she meant, Samantha added, “Mr. Sinclair is here as well! Did you two plan to meet here for dinner?”
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