Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 401

Having achieved her goal, Vivienne Sinclair stopped her incessant nagging and seized the opportunity to change the subject. "Julian, I understand all the concerns you just mentioned, but the fact remains that Professor Smith is willing to collaborate with us. We accomplished what no one else could—isn't that a success? Right now, we should be figuring out how to leverage his expertise and resources to pull Sinclair Group out of this slump and accelerate our growth."

Julian Sinclair shot her a glance and finally relented. "That's all we can do for now. Where are you taking him for dinner?"

Hearing this, Vivienne knew the hurdle had been cleared. She let out a quiet sigh of relief, her expression brightening. "Don't worry about the reservation. I've already confirmed it with the professor. It's flawless."

Vivienne wasn't lying. She had just finalized the details with Professor Smith. She had chosen The Gilded Lantern, a vintage-style New York bistro that offered authentic charm without being excessively ostentatious.

Initially, she had booked a much flashier, high-end establishment. But after the fiasco at the airport and the icy reception at the entrance earlier, she had quickly deduced Mr. Smith's understated preferences and made a rapid pivot.

This time, she was absolutely certain she wouldn't mess up.

Once the meeting concluded, the group piled into a fleet of cars and headed to the restaurant Vivienne had booked. Tucked away in a bustling downtown district, The Gilded Lantern offered a serene oasis of tranquility amidst the urban chaos.

Stepping through the ornate mahogany doors felt like walking into a bygone era of old-world elegance. The interior was sophisticated and muted, featuring heavy oak tables, vintage cityscape oil paintings, and delicate porcelain accents nestled among lush, understated greenery.

Warm, amber lighting spilled softly across the dining room, completely shutting out the noise of the city. A faint, inviting aroma of tea and roasting meats drifted through the air.

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