Lily was moving toward her dream step by step, and the feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
At a top-tier restaurant, she bought a sushi platter to take away. Ethan always chose food based on its price rather than its taste. She had never understood his skewed value system but had no choice but to cater to his preferences.
Ethan's views on money were indeed like those of a nouveau riche.
A few times, she had asked him where he had gotten such a distorted perspective. He would glare at her as if he wanted to devour her but never said a word.
It left her wholly puzzled.
Handing a stack of books to Cipher and the others, Lily held the sushi as she took the elevator to the top floor, heading toward Ethan's office.
After his meeting, he would probably be hungry.
As she walked through the spotless hallway, the door to the conference room suddenly opened, and a familiar figure appeared in the doorway.
