Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 79: Guaranteed to Leave Him Ecstatic

Josephine Thompson chuckled silently, "...Alright, what do you want to eat?"

Julian Grant grinned triumphantly, "Anything is fine."

"How about finding a Western restaurant then?"

"Oh no, no, no, anything but Western food is fine."

Josephine thought about it and agreed, he must be sick of Western food after being abroad, and wouldn’t want to eat it now that he’s back home.

"Hmm~, then let’s have some local specialties! There’s a place nearby that serves traditional Beijing hotpot, how about that?"

"Sure, sure."

"Alright, let’s go. I’ll grab the car keys."

"Coming right away."

Manager Linton heard this and hurriedly scuttled after them, whispering, "President Thompson, isn’t hotpot a bit low-class? Mr. Grant is a major client, shouldn’t we go to the most upscale restaurant? Perhaps I should make the arrangements?"

He’s the Deputy General Manager!

Naturally, he knows how to handle social engagements best, and understands men’s preferences very well.

For a ’big spender’ like Mr. Grant, shouldn’t we roll out the top-tier hospitality package, offering an all-inclusive experience? This would surely leave him so thrilled he’d lose his bearings!

If the client is happy, is there any doubt the deal would go through?

"...Uh!" Josephine looked at Manager Linton, not quite grasping what he meant.

Manager Linton patted his chest confidently towards Josephine, with a look of ’leave it to me,’ "President Thompson, don’t worry, I’m top-notch at client hosting."

"..." Josephine stood frozen.

Manager Linton’s round face beamed like a chrysanthemum, insidiously and mysteriously saying, "With Mr. Grant’s honored presence, how could we let you go hungry? It’s my poor hospitality."

"Mr. Grant, let me take you out for a meal! I know a private kitchen that’s hard to find, the cooking there is exquisite. More importantly, the dishes are very ’fresh’ and varied, I assure you’ll be satisfied."

With that, he raised his brows cheekily at Julian Grant, with a look of ’all men understand.’

"President Thompson is good at antiques, but I’m the expert on ’where the good food is.’"

Josephine snapped back to reality, nodding without hesitation, "Sure, let Manager Linton take you out for a meal then!"

Manager Linton nodded and bowed, "Mr. Grant, right this way please..."

Julian Grant’s face turned dark, impatiently pushing away his chubby face, "What kind of invite is that, huh? Get lost, I’m a decent guy, you know."

Saying this, he quickly followed Josephine, putting on an expression of a ’pure-hearted puppy,’ "Josephine, this guy is really annoying, I can’t even understand what he’s saying, you should just fire him."

Pfft!

"..." Manager Linton’s flattering smile froze, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Is this...flattery slipping off the rails?

Josephine’s expression stiffened, "Uh~ so what do you actually want to eat?"

Julian feared she’d find an excuse to back out, so he quickly chimed in, "Didn’t you just say you’re taking me for traditional hotpot?"

"Alright then! Let’s go!"

Julian beamed with joy, "Perfect!"

Simultaneously, he glanced back at Manager Linton trying to follow, "Why are you coming along? Can’t you read the room? Get out of the way."

Manager Linton was dumbfounded for a few seconds before abruptly realizing, "Ah, oh... oh, okay..."

"Mr. Grant, enjoy your meal with President Thompson."

After Josephine Thompson and Julian Grant left.

Manager Linton fell into deep thought, "So Mr. Grant came for President Thompson? But doesn’t President Thompson have a husband? Her husband is Audenburg’s richest man, how dare he make a move?"

"Uh~ someone who can casually fork out two hundred million for antiques must also have some serious backing. Ah, whoever he is, as long as the deal gets done, it’s none of my business. Like this big spender from the south, he’s best to be scammed."

After all, Caldwen and Northwood are over two thousand kilometers apart.

With Julian Grant always abroad, he certainly hasn’t heard of The Grant Family’s second branch.

...

Half an hour later.

Josephine Thompson drove Julian Grant to a time-honored hotpot restaurant nearby.

"Get out of the car!"

Upon entering, the waiter approached and asked, "Would you like a private booth or to sit outside?"

"A private booth, please!"

"Alright, right this way..."

A short time later.

The waiter led them to the booth.

The booths here weren’t fully enclosed, but had a curtain in the middle, giving a sense of tradition and history.

"We’ll have a twin-flavor mushroom hotpot, bring me the menu to have a look."

"Of course."

"Julian Grant, see what you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine, I’ll have what you’re having."

Upon hearing this, Josephine had no choice but to take the menu again, ordering a few must-try dishes from the restaurant.

Honestly, she’d already had lunch.

Now she was purely keeping him company. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

After ordering.

"Julian Grant, how long do you plan to stay in Northwood?"

Julian propped his chin up, smiling, "That depends on when I can find a suitable Buddha statue that satisfies me."

"Anyway, as long as I find it before the 20th of next month, it’s fine."

Josephine was shocked, "There are still over 20 days to go, are you planning to stay in Northwood for more than 20 days?"

"Why can’t I?"

"...But you... don’t you need to focus on work?"

Julian shrugged, "Life is over thirty thousand days, we should enjoy it while we can, why waste precious time on boring work?"

"..." Josephine was left speechless.

She wanted to counsel him on striving for success.

But then she realized, he was born at the top of Rome’s pyramid, what more effort does he need?

He just needs to return home and properly inherit the family business, sticking to the routine. No need for impulsive changes in business management, just maintain the family enterprise, and that’s already a great success.

"Here’s the lamb, you can try it."

"Alright then." Julian Grant picked up his chopsticks with interest and started eating.

"You should eat too!"

"Nah, I’m not very hungry, don’t mind me!"

Julian Grant smiled, staring intently at her.

She was still so beautiful.

Even without makeup, she still captured his heart.

He just couldn’t figure it out; am I really not as good as Nathaniel Gallagher?

He pursued her for three years, and she remained cold and distant!

But that Nathaniel Gallagher managed to win her over in just three months.

He truly couldn’t understand what he was lacking?

As he ate.

Julian Grant suddenly sighed wistfully, "Sigh~"

"What’s wrong? Doesn’t suit your palate?"

"No, it’s just something I can’t figure out."

Josephine Thompson looked curious, "What is it?"

Julian Grant leaned his elbow on the table, still unwilling to let it go, "Josephine, tell me, in what way am I inferior to Mr. Gallagher?"

Josephine Thompson was stunned: "..."

"I pursued you for three years, and you were always indifferent to me. Yet, you married him after knowing him for just three months. What trick did he use to win you over so easily?"

"To be honest, I’m still brooding over it, can’t figure out where I went wrong?"

"..." Josephine Thompson felt a pang in her heart, her eyes turned gloomy.

Nathaniel Gallagher and Julian Grant were truly two completely different types of people.

Nathaniel Gallagher was skilled in hiding and pretending, better at concealing his claws and fangs.

At first glance, he appeared to be the gentlemanly, composed, and reliable type. Moreover, he understood people very well and had high emotional intelligence. Just one look at you, and he knew what you were thinking.

So, as long as he made a move, his prey was easily in his grasp.

But Julian Grant was too flamboyant and rebellious.

Just one look at him, and you’d think he’s a dangerous man, as if his face bore the words:

’I’m here to screw you over’

’I’m here to sleep with you’

’I’ll leave after sleeping with you’

’Don’t fall in love with me, I can handle multiple girls at once’

So, who wouldn’t be on guard against him?

Of course, a top-tier wealthy and handsome guy like him had many women willing to be deceived by him.

Seeing Josephine Thompson’s face turn sullen, Julian Grant jokingly smiled, "Alright, if you don’t want to answer, then don’t. Anyway, I don’t want to know the answer anymore."

"..." Josephine Thompson felt another stab in her heart, her expression growing even more tense.

She didn’t want to think about Nathaniel Gallagher, nor did she want to mention him again.

Seeing this, Julian Grant couldn’t help but chuckle, "Josephine, is there a charge for speaking?"

Josephine Thompson raised her eyes, "Huh? What do you mean?"

Julian Grant laughed helplessly, "I mean, trying to get you to say something is like paying a fee, it’s that difficult."

"Tell me, how much does it cost to chat with you so you’d speak freely?"

"..." Josephine Thompson furrowed her brows and fell silent again.

She naturally didn’t like talking nonsense.

Now that her mood was down and heavy, she certainly didn’t want to talk.

"I really can’t believe it, you’re the first person I’ve met who speaks so little."

"You know? Just having a meal with you feels stifling."

"..." Josephine Thompson quietly listened, without the slightest desire to refute.

Sometimes, she really did resemble a robot, silent as if she had crashed.

Seeing her dazed expression.

Julian Grant couldn’t help but laugh; the less she spoke, the more he wanted to tease her, "Heh, why don’t you introduce me to the Buddha statues instead!"

Hearing this, Josephine Thompson immediately came to life, "Alright, you eat first, then I’ll explain them to you afterwards."

"Okay, okay."

They were eating their meal.

The curtain of the private room was suddenly lifted.

A strong fragrance of perfume filled the air.

Following that, before the person arrived, a voice came first, "Oh~ Julian Grant, it really is you."

With a "thud" sound.

A Ferrari car key was thrown onto the table.

The curtain was lifted.

A woman in a luxurious fur coat, knee-high boots, with heavy makeup, and dyed, exaggerated cherry pink long hair stormed into the private room.

Julian Grant was stunned at the sight, "...Evelyn, what are you doing here?"

Evelyn Thorne, full of arrogance, chewing gum in her mouth, stomped over in her high long boots towards him.

"What do you think? I called you so many times, why didn’t you answer? Did you block my calls?"

After speaking, she pressed down on his shoulder, both forceful and coquettish.

Julian Grant felt a pinch in his heart, his expression tangled in confusion, "If you have something to say, just say it, don’t get handsy!"

"What if I want to touch you?"

"..." Josephine Thompson blinked, staring dumbfounded at the two of them.

Julian Grant felt a headache coming on and quickly pushed her elbow away, "Mona, stop it, I have a friend here."

Hearing this, Evelyn Thorne cast a sidelong glance at Josephine Thompson.

After appraising her for a few seconds, she sneered disdainfully, "...So this is the Thompson junior you keep mentioning?"