Chapter 315

Nolan took advantage of the situation, asking Giselle to treat him to a meal, boldly claiming that if Giselle didn't compensate him, he would hire internet trolls to spread rumors, accusing Giselle of using and abandoning him. This left Giselle at a loss for words, yet also amused. Nolan's trip to Frystonia had been entirely his own wishful thinking; Giselle had never promised that she would receive him there. It was clear to her now that she had been duped. However, even though she didn't think Nolan would actually resort to hiring internet trolls - a truly stupid move - it was undeniable that he was genuinely annoying. If a meal could solve the problem, Giselle was not in the mood to waste time arguing with him. Anyway, she was planning to have lunch, so inviting him along wouldn't be a big deal. Unexpectedly, Nolan didn't seem agreeable. Looking Giselle up and down, he appeared somewhat disdainful. "If you dine with me dressed like this and we get photographed, others might think I have weird tastes." Giselle rolled her eyes, nearly to the point of flipping them completely. Emboldened, Nolan pushed further. "I'll pick you up tonight. Remember, dress a bit more 'little white flower.'" Without waiting for Giselle's response, he sped away. Little white flower? That was Gloria's style, and Giselle had no interest in it. Giselle finished work without contacting Nolan. She had offered him lunch, but he insisted on dinner instead... Giselle was not going to cater to that! She started changing her clothes in the dressing room. Giselle's dressing style had never had anything to do with the sweet innocent image, which is a style she detested. Because of Gloria. Giselle's casual attire always involved high heels. If she couldn't wear a skirt, then she would opt for a long coat. Hence, in autumn, her wardrobe was filled with trench coats of all colors and varieties. Today, she came wearing a white one. After changing her clothes, Giselle grabbed her bag and headed downstairs. She parked her car outside in the parking lot, a white Maserati. It was newly bought. The red Porsche gifted by Maverick, she kept in the garage. She couldn't bear to sell it. And she didn't wish to drive it. ... What Giselle didn't expect was that Nolan came prepared. Even before she could reach the parking lot, Nolan's car appeared out of nowhere and parked in front of her. "Sister, get in the car." He was in the car, smiling at Giselle smugly. Blocked, Giselle didn't hesitate, she opened the door and sat inside. Nolan said, "It's really hard to treat you to a meal, I've been waiting for two hours." "You really have a lot of free time." As soon as Giselle got in the car, Nolan hit the gas. Giselle said he was idle, he didn't argue, on the contrary, he enjoyed it, as if Giselle was complimenting him. "No choice, who told me I'm good at taking rebirths. " He replied to Giselle in all seriousness. Giselle wanted to roll her eyes, but in the end, she laughed. She was amused. This laugh was so enchanting that Nolan got distracted by it, he nearly got lost in her eyes. Fortunately, a car horn next to them brought him back. He steadied the steering wheel and clicked his tongue. Eventually, the car stopped in front of a skyscraper. "Have French cuisine?" Giselle asked, "The most famous restaurant in this skyscraper is, without a doubt, that French eatery; it has a great atmosphere and is secluded. You can have a meal there without worrying about being caught on camera. "In the past, Giselle used to visit often. "With Harper, with folks from the 18th line, and with Maverick." Nolan said, "You're familiar with this French restaurant? So, what do you think? Isn't the spot I chose excellent?" Giselle didn't comment on whether it was good or not. She felt the pinch, Nolan certainly knew how to pick; this restaurant was anything but cheap. Even without ordering wine, the cost per head is 2000+ However, she could still afford it. Before getting out of the car, Nolan put on a duckbill cap, and after adjusting it, he turned to Giselle and lifted his chin, "Cool, right?" Giselle's eyes expressed conspicuous disdain. But she also thought — Youth is great. One can be so childish. .... The two headed to the restaurant, choosing a spot near the window. This French restaurant utterly exudes romance. A man and a woman dining here would certainly feel like they're on a date. After Nolan seated himself across from Giselle, he removed his hat and asked her, "Haven't you noticed any changes in me?" While perusing the menu, Giselle responded indifferently, "Don't tell me you’ve become more handsome." "Is that what you really think?" Giselle was just short of rolling her eyes. After deciding what she wanted, she passed the menu to Nolan. "Has anyone ever told you – you talk too much?" Taking the menu, Nolan raised an eyebrow, "You think I talk this much with everyone?" Having ordered, Nolan noticed Giselle hadn’t picked up on his change. Unable to contain his curiosity, he questioned, "Are you blind or something? You failed to notice my new hairstyle!" Giselle looked over. She then discovered Nolan had changed his hairstyle from his usual wolf tail mohawk cut to a buzz cut. "Back at the airport, would you have recognized me immediately if I had worn this hairstyle?" Giselle couldn’t bear to let him down. To tell the truth, she really hadn’t got a good impression of Nolan's face on the ski slope. She had originally planned to simply agree without much thought to get him to shut up. Just as she was about to open her mouth, her gaze flickered, and she saw Gloria. In a spot diagonally across, someone had been sitting there waiting for quite some time. Giselle was sure that she didn't see Gloria when she arrived. What a small world. She thought to herself. What surprised Giselle, however, was that she soon saw Maverick. And the person he had agreed to see was Gloria. Giselle instantaneously averted her gaze, her hand gripping the glass filled with lemon water, unconsciously clenched her fingers around it, and eventually, lifted the glass to take a sip. Suppressing the waves that surged momentarily in her heart. From across, Nolan noticed Giselle's discomfort, and he furrowed his brows, “Did you see a ghost?” As he spoke, he turned his head. In no time, he turned back around, laughing teasingly, “It’s just your ex-husband, sister, are you incapable of letting go?” "Shut up!" Giselle shot Nolan a glare. Nolan clicked his tongue, then leaned closer to Giselle across the table, and said, "Sister, you should be proud right now. Look at the woman he's with, she can't hold a candle to you. But the one you're with, namely me, is much superior to him." "Where are you stronger than him?" Giselle casually commented. Nolan responded profoundly, "Youth, if I said he's old and no match for me, he wouldn't have a chance to refute." "..." Meanwhile, Maverick didn't know until he arrived that he was having dinner with Gloria. The one who invited him was Andrew. Although Maverick was always on bad terms with Andrew. But after all, they are cousins. A dinner, invited several times, he had no reason to reject repeatedly. Unexpectedly, Andrew had such audacity. Seeing Gloria, Maverick frowned, ready to leave. But Gloria stood up first, "Mr. Hyland." She posed in a working manner, "Could we talk about the company's collaboration project?" Originally, Maverick didn't plan to entertain Gloria. He turned around but in the next second, he turned back, pulled out the chair, and sat down. Because, when he turned around, he caught sight of Giselle. Just as Nolan was leaning in towards her.