Beyond the Divorce

I calmly replied, "Mr. Martin, do you have other intentions?"

"Haha... I have no ill intentions, Ms. Chloe. I want to express my hospitality, especially since I've always had a soft spot for beautiful women like you."

"You've flattered me enough, Mr. Martin. What did you want to discuss?"

"Jeremiah, tell them to serve the food. We can chat while dining," Martin ordered. "Ms. Chloe, you've been discussing business all day, so you must be hungry. Let's eat first and then talk later.” He had a gentle expression, as if he were my old friend.

Jeremiah rushed to the door and signaled a waiter to bring the food. I took my bag, rummaged through it, and casually turned on my recording pen.

I noticed Martin watching me, so I took a pack of wet wipes and placed it on the table to avoid suspicion. Immediately after, I calmly put my bag behind my chair.

I pulled out a wet wipe and wiped my hands, but Jeremiah seemed dissatisfied. "What is the meaning of this, Ms. Chloe?"

I looked at him and feigned surprise. "W-What do you mean?"

helpless. He glanced at Martin and urgently

knew he hinted at me disrespecting Martin by wiping my hands after the handshake. I asked Martin, "Isn't it time for dinner?

put down the

to the main topic? I believe you didn't invite me just for dinner, correct?

at me with a hint of admiration. He nodded and said, "All right, let's return to

since he seemed to drop his guard against

negotiate with you in Foswood. That was

gestured toward Chad as he spoke. I knew I was right in assuming Chad was a

every year. People are more demanding these days, especially regarding quality. Those

knew he meant

visiting Tanum Corporation, it was clear he had done nothing wrong. With Martin's help, his