Tyler nodded with a smile and found a seat, his posture lackadaisical.
Tyler was a man who would often appear in financial magazines, and because of his outstanding appearance, he was liked by many women. He was no less popular than celebrities.
There were quite a few ladies who recognized him and were somewhat excited. They did not even bother to do their work and rested their eyes on him.
Those who did not know who Tyler was asked softly," Who is this? What is his and Miss Lane's relationship?"
"He's Schuman Corporations' president, Tyler Schuman. He's Carlson Schuman's nephew."
"Are they cousins, then?"
"No way! Why haven't I heard of it before?"
"It's not really unheard of. Didn’t you hear that Miss Lane is Carlson's daughter? What’s so strange about that?"
I sent Fred a file with my phone, then stood up and looked at Tyler. "Let's go."
These guys could gossip however they wanted. I did not care, nor did I like to hear it. In that case, I could
only choose to ignore it.
We went to a French restaurant, sat down at a table, and ordered food. He looked at me and said faintly," You've lost weight.”
I nodded. "I've been too busy with work lately."
After a pause, I asked with a smile, "You’re here for work?"
"I’m here to see you, of course," he replied, his gaze honest.
I cast my eyes down. I smiled but did not say anything.
"When are you coming back to Whaldorf City?" he asked, not bothering to set the scene.
I was a little stunned and smiled faintly. "I have no plans of going back."
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