Ring!
Jane's cell phone suddenly rang, indicating that someone was calling her.
Since her cell phone was on the table, David could see the name of the caller, (Evelyn!).
Surprisingly Jane pressed the reject button. She didn't accept the call.
"This is your future mother-in-law," Jane said with a smile that looked like she was laughing.
David rolled his eyes at that.
That meant it was Jane's mother calling.
However, why did she use her mother's name for the number? Isn't that rude? She should have used mama or mother.
For that matter, David chose not to ask any questions.
Even ordinary families have their own drama, how could elite families not.
Of course, after that Jane's cell phone rang again, from the same person.
This time, Jane not only rejected the call, she even turned off her cell phone.
That way, there was no more interruption.
David and Jane could continue eating. They finished their meal pretty quickly, but after they were full, they still sat back and relaxed, occasionally looking at the TV hanging on the wall of the restaurant.
Apparently, it was showing an annual press conference of the BANK of London.
This was the largest BANK in Europe, so even David was interested even though he didn't know much about it.
What was clear was that he himself used the bank.
A group of people came into the conference room, led by a very beautiful middle-aged woman.
She had her brownish-blonde hair in a neat bun, wearing a professional skirt and shirt.
From any angle, she gave the impression of being a very intelligent woman and an expert in financial matters.
The combination of those two things results in a slight cold aura that makes her appear very powerful.
The majority of humans would probably unconsciously be submissive when in front of her.
David remembers seeing her a few times on tv, but he doesn't remember her name.
However, he quickly remembered again because there was her nameplate in front of her chair.
Her name happened to be Evelyn, the President of BANK of London.
Before he could even speculate, Jane suddenly said, "she's the one."
"She's your mother?" asked David, not hiding his surprise.
Jane remained casual, acting as if this was not something important to discuss.
However, for David it was very important.
He would be in serious trouble if his relationship with Jane didn't gain approval with the woman.
His eyes continued to stare at the conference feed, listening to her talk about everything from the state of the economy to the profits of the company she led.
Her intelligence was enough to fascinate him.
No wonder Jane was so amazing in every way, she was born to such a remarkable woman.
Growing more and more curious, David finally checked her information on the internet.
She wasn't from the Rothschild family, of course. She was a woman who worked her way up from the bottom at BANK of London to become its President.
In the information he read, there was no record of her husband. It was not even known whether she was married or not.
Without knowing her identity, David would not have connected her to the Rothschild Family.
Pa!
David's foot was suddenly nudged by Jane's.
Surprised, David looked at the woman.
"Now it's time for us to go," she said, taking out a credit card from her bag.
She apparently wasn't planning on letting David pay because she immediately called the restaurant's boss, swiping her card on the swipe machine.
David was helpless, pretending nothing was wrong.
Maybe he really should adopt the attitude that money is just a pile of paper in his relationship with Jane.
The problem was that money to her was no different than a pile of paper. All that mattered to her was power.
After that, he and Jane walked out of the restaurant, going to the car.
Apparently Lisa was smoking a cigarette while she waited for them.
When she saw them, she immediately put out her cigarette.
"Miss, your mom has been calling me, asking what you've been up to," Lisa told Jane.
"Then what did you tell her?" asked Jane in response.
"I said as I see it, you are having lunch with your boyfriend. However, I refused when she asked me to take a photo of you and your boyfriend." Lisa calmly explained.
When hearing her speak now, David suddenly felt that Lisa was a rather innocent woman despite the fact she gave the impression of a highly trained soldier.
"That's good," Jane said after hearing Lisa's answer.
"By the way, we're going to David's apartment now, so you ask him where it is," Jane added while looking at David.
"Be sure to call him Mr. David because he really is my boyfriend and will be my husband in the future." She apparently added once more.
That's something David didn't expect, that she paid that much attention to detail.
Lisa then looked at him, as if to ask him a question, but she did not speak again.
"That way," David said, giving her directions.
After that, he and Jane entered the car.
The journey continued to David and his sister's apartment.
It was not far, so it did not take long before they arrived there.
Jane observed the apartment building, which could be said to be quite modest, not flashy like the luxury buildings.
Who knew what she was thinking.
Certainly, the arrival of a Rolls-Royce to the apartment parking lot disturbed everyone's peace.
When he got out, David acted as if he didn't know anyone.
It didn't matter because life in the apartment building was almost like that. There was no interaction between neighbors. Everyone was busy with their own business.
David never even spoke to his neighbors.