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Chapter 170 Let Me Treat You To A Meal
Old Master Quirke’s treatment had come to an end. All that remained was to prescribe him medicine that
he was to take regularly and inform him to take it on time.
Rosalie also no longer needed to make her way to the Quirke household every now and then. She had
plenty of free time. She practically spent all of her days in the research institute, either dealing with trivial
matters or participating in research and development with the researchers in the experimental area.
As her former assistant abroad, Yves now naturally gave her a hand. Their cooperation was tacit.
It had not been easy to make a breakthrough in their research and development today. Hence, the two of
them exited the experimental area early.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYves suggested, “After being so busy for so many days, why don‘t we have a meal to celebrate?
Hearing this, Rosalie glanced at the time and refused apologetically. “Why not another day? I have to
pick up the children later.” Hearing the reason, it would not be nice for Yves to force Rosalie either. They
left the research institute one after another. The moment Rosalie got into the car, her mobile phone rang
again. It was a call from Leon. “Leon, what‘s up?”
From the other end, Leon‘s gentle voice sounded, “Are you free later? We haven‘t had a chance to meet
up even though we‘ve returned to the country for so long. I was wondering if I have the honor to invite Dr.
Jacobs to dinner today?”
Rosalie just wanted to answer that she had to pick up the children when Leon‘s voice sounded again.
“I‘ve already booked the restaurant, so I‘ll wait for you to come.” Hearing this, Rosalie swallowed her
refusal. She was indeed in a hurry to pick up the children but Leon had already said that. If she were to
refuse, it would feel a little impersonal. Moreover, when she first went abroad, Leon had given her a lot of
help. She should not leave him alone regardless of reason or emotion.
“Alright, where are you? I‘ll head over right away.” In the end, she still agreed. Leon seemed to have
guessed that she would not refuse and relayed to her the name and location of the restaurant. Rosalie
responded.
After hanging up the call, she called Mrs. Zora to trouble her to pick the children up from the
kindergarten. She, on the other hand, redirected her route toward the restaurant Leon had decided on.
Leon had been waiting in his seat for a while when she arrived, Seeing Rosalie enter, Leon waved to her.
Rosalie quickly walked over and took the seat opposite him. She apologized, “I‘m sorry to have kept you
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwaiting.” Leon smiled, not minding it. “It‘s fine. But did I disturb your work just now?”
When they were abroad, Rosalie often forgot about time because of work and would even work through
the night
Rosalie shook her head with a smile. “No, it just so happens that I got off work early today.”
With that, she waved to the waiter and said to Leon, “Since I was late today, let this meal be on me.
Besides, I came back earlier than you. Consider this meal your reception.”
Leon agreed noncommittally. “Then, pardon me.” The two ordered some food and then talked about their
respective jobs. They were engrossed in their conversation.
At the same time, at the front of the restaurant, the manager was personally escorting a group of people
in Byron was surrounded by a crowd and would only occasionally listen to the people around him.
The moment he turned sideways, he saw a familiar figure by the window. Seeing the two individuals
talking happily in their seats, Byron‘s expression suddenly cooled. “President Lawrence?” Seeing that he
had suddenly stopped, the people in the group urged him with confusion. Byron frowned deeply. He
slowly withdrew his gaze from the two and walked into the private room with the other