Oscar Winston suddenly ruined the atmosphere by saying, "Miss Turner, let me treat you to a meal."
Didn't they already have a meal? Cherish Turner looked at him suspiciously, and Oscar smiled, "Breakfast, lunch, and dinner."
William Griffith's brows furrowed, glaring at the clueless man.
The group headed to a high-end club.
The VIP room of the club was like an ancient palace. Shining silver utensils, vintage decor style, long tassels hanging from half-closed curtains, and the pendulum of a table clock swinging nonstop. The huge floor-to-ceiling window let in an incredible amount of light. Standing by the window, one could enjoy a spectacular view of Hong Kong.
Oscar, I'm so hungry," the female companion hugged his arm and sat down on the sofa intimately.
"Just a little bit," Oscar said in a deep voice, glancing at Cherish Turner, obviously taking her as the main guest, "Miss Turner, why don't you order something?"
