Chapter 82

Rico called Autumn to join them. She was observing Dawson's expression. He showed no emotion, so she couldn't guess what he was thinking. But since he didn't say much, she figured she must have passed whatever test it was. She glanced at the table full of food. "I'll head back first. You all go ahead and eat." Rico was a little surprised. "Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Do you have something to do?" Autumn nodded. Rico nudged Dawson. "Tell her to stay." He had figured it out—Autumn was clearly intimidated by her boss' oppressive authority and would only take orders from that sly old fox. Dawson looked completely indifferent. Autumn stood up and said politely, yet with a hint of distance, "Mr. Faulkner, you all continue. I'll head back now. Thank you for tonight." Rico stood up too. "No need to be so formal. It's not a big deal. If it weren't for the fact that Dawson was the more suitable one to put that brat in her place, I would've stepped in myself. Come on, at least