Looking at the spicy fish with red oil floating on it, Kyle Keaton had no appetite and felt his mouth burning like fire.
In the end, he still picked up his chopsticks and forced himself to put a piece in his mouth.
Yes, Roman Kidd’s challenge was not sothing he could refuse.
Otherwise, he would lose face in front of July Quinn.
But this fish was so spicy that it felt like his mouth was on fire.
Kyle Keaton didn’t dare chew it carefully; he swallowed it quickly and took a fast sip of tea.
But the tea was hot, feeling like adding fuel to the fire.
He quickly called the waiter, "Bring a jug of freshly squeezed juice."
Waiter: "We don’t have freshly squeezed ones here."
"It’s fine, as long as it’s chilled." Kyle felt his lips almost losing sensation.
Yet July Quinn and Roman Kidd exchanged a glance, tacitly keeping silent.
Soon, Kyle’s juice arrived.
He eagerly gulped down a large glass, slightly easing the pain in his mouth, as the second and third dishes followed closely.
Roman Kidd and July Quinn still ate with gusto, discussing how good the taste was here and considering coming back again.
Kyle, steeled his nerves to eat a couple more bites and downed several more glasses of juice.
So by the end of the al, he hadn’t eaten much, but his stomach felt bloated with all the juice.
In contrast, July Quinn and Roman Kidd ate to their heart’s content.
Especially July Quinn, whose face was flushed pink from the peppers, and even her lips were a vibrant red, making one want to stare endlessly.
"Thanks a lot. Later, I’ll have the contract ready with The Black Family."
"There’s no need for thanks between us."
Kyle watched them raise their cups with tea instead of alcohol, inwardly mocking Roman Kidd.
What’s the deal between you and July Quinn, that you don’t need to say thanks?
This ti he held back from saying it, as he had gathered from their conversation that July’s efforts today, including the dinner, were all to support The Black Family.
Given The Black Family’s current position, their rise indeed benefits the Quinn Group the most.
When the dinner ended, the three walked out of the Sichuan restaurant together.
Kyle wanted July Quinn to get directly into his car, but she shrugged off his hand and personally walked Roman Kidd to his car.
When asking for help, one must show the appropriate attitude.
Even if you do have a good relationship with the other party.
July Quinn did her best to entertain Roman Kidd, which deeply disturbed Kyle.
He kicked the car tire in frustration, but July didn’t even spare him a glance.
"July, have you decided to reconcile with him?"
By the car, Roman Kidd lost his playful deanor from earlier, appearing more serious.
July lowered her eyes, "I guess so."
Roman Kidd had saved her life with great effort and worked hard to pave her way in Desrozin City; July was fully aware of his intentions.
She just felt that what Roman Kidd wanted was sothing she might never be able to give him in this lifeti.
"It’s not necessary to rush to a decision."
Roman’s heart churned with reluctance and helplessness interchanging.
"But I don’t have the energy to deal with emotional issues."
July knew Roman Kidd treated her well, no less than Kyle Keaton did.
But sotis fate cares about who cos first.
Kyle had t her first, leaving nurous vivid mories in her life.
So by the ti she t Roman, her heart had no space left...
But Roman said, "I know, but I won’t let it trouble you."
July wanted to tell him that she wasn’t that great, not worth Roman lowering himself.
But before she could speak, Roman quickly interjected again: "I don’t want you troubled, but I won’t give up."
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