The two naturally headed back to the city centre for dinner, where Daniel Cooper took her to a fine dining restaurant with an unassuming reputation.
After they were seated, the man ordered two peppercorn-crusted steaks and vegetable salads to suit her taste, then asked her, "Would you like some red wine?"
Amelia shook her head, "I have a bit of a headache, so I won't drink."
"Headache?" The man's attractive eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Did that old coot aggravate you?"
"No," Amelia pursed her lips and glanced at him, "Don't interfere with whatever you want to do to him. After all, he was invited by Zachary Shane. If we can't work well together, we don't have to cooperate. Zachary is my business partner, and I owe him some respect."
Don't interfere?
But he already had.
If it wasn't for his behind-the-scenes orders, threatening Dr. Douglas to leave on his own, would that old coot willingly give up a million-dollar salary?
