"Mm." Justin Kingston looked up at Mrs. Zhou, "The taste is good, thank you for your effort." "As long as you like it," Mrs. Zhou said with a kindly face, very pleased. After a few bites, Justin Kingston didn’t feel nauseous, but he couldn’t eat more; he had to take it slow with his stomach. "Go and get a nutrient injection," Mia Lane said to him, "I’ll cook lunch for you and bring it over." "That’s too much trouble, no need, I’ll come back and eat at night." Justin Kingston stood up, adjusting his exquisite cufflinks. "It’s no trouble at all." She said as she ate breakfast, "I’m just going to see you anyway!" Thinking about seeing her, Justin Kingston also looked forward to it. He turned back with a smile, "Okay, I’ll wait for you." Twenty minutes later. In the green grassy yard in front of the villa. The chauffeur with a double row of gold buttons bowed respectfully, pulling open the door to the back seat of the Lamborghini, "Mr. Kingston, please." Before getting in the car, Justin Kingston said to the girl in front of him, "Be careful when you meet with Anton Miller, call me if anything happens." "Don’t worry, it’s just a contract negotiation." Mia Lane smiled lightly, "I’ll leave right after and send you a message." "Mm." He affectionately patted her head, "Bye." Then got in the car. Mia Lane waved at him, "Bye!" watching the car drive away. She also needed to prepare to leave to meet Anton Miller at an open-air café. Taking a deep breath, Mia Lane turned around and got into another car. The driver was taking her to the café, on Justin Kingston’s suggestion, as he wasn’t comfortable letting her go out alone. On the way, Mia Lane gazed out the window, lost in thought. Will Anton Miller be surprised? Will he turn around and leave, thinking she’s joking? The upcoming meeting had countless possibilities. Recalling the times at the seaside villa, following him from Aethelburg back to Riventhal, bringing a bouquet of lilies every day, Mia Lane felt apologetic towards Anton Miller, but she also understood him better now. He was, in fact, just like Justin Kingston—a person who appeared cold on the outside, yet was fragile and warm on the inside. Both brothers cared deeply about family, though they were reluctant to admit it. She really hoped they could let go of the grudges of the past generation and become true brothers one day. The car stopped less than ten meters away from the open-air café. Mia Lane got out and arrived at the designated place, ten minutes early. She sat elegantly in a beige dress at a riverside spot, the breeze gently stirring her hair. A modified black Volvo soon pulled up; not wanting to keep the other waiting, Anton Miller also arrived early. Is Gina male or female? He had been speculating all the way. Will it surprise him? He’s heard it could also be a disguise. Inside the spacious driver’s seat, Anton Miller took off his sunglasses and immediately spotted the girl in a beige dress at the agreed location. Opening the door and getting out, he walked toward her with the script and contract in hand. The entire crew was curious about Gina, which sped up Anton Miller’s pace as he quickly sat across from Mia Lane in the rattan chair. When their eyes met, Anton Miller almost jumped up! He steadied himself, glanced around, and let his gaze return to her calm face, "Did I sit in the wrong spot? Or did you?" "Neither." Mia Lane looked at him, smiling transparently. In the strands of morning light, her expression was serene and composed, while he was still slightly stunned. Mia Lane changed her tone, "Hello, my name is Gina." This voice startled Anton Miller! His eyes widened. He had listened repeatedly to the recording sent by email last night; it was exactly the same as the voice today! Mia Lane chuckled, took a sip of her coffee, and returned to her usual voice, "Still haven’t caught on?" Google seaʀᴄh n0velfire.net Not far away, in a secluded spot behind a large pot of greenery, Justin Kingston, observing their expressions, ordered a latte. Seeing Mia’s smiling face, he felt an inexplicable twinge of jealousy. But it was evident Anton Miller hadn’t snapped out of it yet. Mia Lane handed over her business card with both hands, "Hello, nice to meet you, please take care of me."