Robert replied straightforward, "Deal."
Elizabeth asked warily, "What do you want me to do for you..."
His eyes were elusive. She guessed for a long time without any clue.
However, Robert pinched her cheek with a smile. "After all, I won't sell you. Do the first thing for me tonight."
Elizabeth was quite nervous with him.
She thought about it and asked tentatively, "I'm helping you to repay your help. Now, we should be friends, right?"
He frowned. "If you think so."
Elizabeth smiled and pretended to be obedient. "Then ordinary friends have to keep a safe distance from each other. I don't want our relationship to cause any unnecessary trouble, so I will try my best to do what you want, but there must be a distance between us. For example, tonight, you see, my car is parked in the hospital. It will be troublesome if I don't drive it away. How about this, you lead the way in front and I will follow you. I promise I won't run away."
Looking at her pretending to be silly and obedient, Robert was really amused.
Was she going to put him as a friend in order to avoid being fucked by him?
In the end, Robert allowed Elizabeth to drive her car.
She had no idea what Robert was going to do with her tonight, so she drove followed him obediently.
But when they arrived at the place, Elizabeth was dumbfounded.
Robert actually took her to a hotpot restaurant.
Elizabeth got out of the car and walked up to him in confusion.
Robert took her hand, led her into the luxuriously furnished and exquisite restaurant. Although it was a hot pot restaurant, there was a state banquet style.
As soon as Elizabeth sat down, Robert thrust the menu at her.
"Help yourself to anything you like."
She looked at the menu, chose a few, and felt a little hungry.
Elizabeth bit her lip nervously, was tempted to ask, "Didn't you say you wanted me to do three things for you? The first thing, was it to eat hotpot with you?"
Robert snorted and knocked on the table with his index finger.
"Keep dreaming! Eat first, and then do the business."
"Hmm," Elizabeth replied in a daze.
Then she realized that something was wrong.
After dinner.
...
Even though she had butterflies in her stomach, the copper hot pot hit the spot.
Elizabeth had none of the affectations of the rich girl.
She quite preferred to eat hotpot, but Marvin didn't like this kind of heavy oil and spicy food. Even if Elizabeth liked it, there was no chance of eating it.
To her surprise, Robert seemed to be an inscrutable bigwig. He was not only the shareholding director of the listed corporation, but also the dominating figure of the underworld and the legal society.
Everyone was afraid of Mr. Williams' reputation, whether they were powerful or rich.
But Elizabeth didn't expect that the way he ate was so, secular.
Especially as Robert boiled meat and didn't forget to put more on her plate.
He urged her, "You're eating too slowly. The meat is getting old."
Maybe the hotpot was too spicy, maybe she was too nervous, Elizabeth felt her neck was getting hotter...
Fortunately, it was obvious that the restaurant was not run by ordinary people. Although it was mealtime, there were no other diners except them.
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