In the revolving restaurant on the sixty-eighth floor of Times Square, Song Ning and Arthur sat looking at each other.
Song Ning swirled the glass of red wine in her hand with a smile on her face. "Mr. Arthur, how generous. If my father knew, he would be so angry that his face would turn green."
"You're still injured. Don't drink." Arthur took the glass from Song Ning and placed it on the table.
"Mr. Arthur, can you tell Duke Bliss that although my father is cooperating with Fu Sinian, he won't touch the interests of the Bliss family."
"Mr. Song has already agreed to work with Fu Sinian?"
"Not yet. I'll get my father to agree." A determined look crossed Song Ning's face.
"It seems that Miss Song is determined to get Fu Sinian."
"If I can't become husband and wife with Fu Sinian, that will be my lifelong regret. I don't want to have any regrets in my life."
"I hope we can all get what we want." Arthur raised his glass.
