On top of that, Hendrix, who had just taken over Roberts Group, was vigorously taking in new projects from various sectors. It was quite a big deal at that time. Many students from Ucrebury University had praised Hendrix's visions and capabilities on the school forum.
On the contrary, Ian had too much time on his hand, so he wrote an article asserting that Hendrix could bring downfall to the Roberts Group. He even listed ten reasons as supporting arguments.
That post blew up and made it all over the headlines in Ucrebury.
After all, that post has directly slandered the Roberts family's reputation. They approached Ian in private, and I had no clue what happened eventually. But in the end, Ian posted a public apology.
Curled on the passenger seat, Ian sheepishly exclaimed, "What a doomed-destiny! I can't escape from the Roberts."
I cackled and teased him, "We have guest rooms. If you don't like the hotel, you can stay at my place."
"Stop it!" He quickly rejected and shook his head, "I still want to live a long life. I'll figure it out on my own."
On our way to the restaurant, Ian brought me up to date on what happened over the past years. He slightly frowned as he asked, "Why don't you tell Hendrix about the kidnapping? It's much easier for him to investigate it than doing it yourself."
Since it was a part of treating my illness, I hid nothing. "I'm not sure if Hendrix still has feelings for Andrea. If Andrea was the one behind all those incidents, then I'm just digging my own grave. It's better for me to take matters into my own hands."
"F*ck!" He cursed, "All you've done was getting yourself married to Hendrix. I guess being married into a rich family isn't all that glitters."
I agreed in silence.
Soon after, we arrived at the restaurant.
I parked the car, and we entered the restaurant. Monique arrived earlier and had gotten us seats. When she saw us, she waved excitedly. "Over here!"
Ian's smile was a tad too flirtatious, and he shouted back, "Hey, honey!" It obviously drew much attention from the other diners.
The moment he took off his sunglasses, more people turned their heads over. Ian definitely had the looks of a celebrity.
We heard two girls whispering, "What a handsome man! Is he a celebrity?"
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