Annie Anne blinked, about to stand and greet them, but her hand was held tightly by Oliver Hudson.
"Damn, Oliver Hudson, you’re quite the bigshot." Harper Gibson raised his eyebrows, his playful tone teasing as he sprawled in his chair with his long legs stretched out.
Oliver Hudson gave a smug smile, patting Annie casually, and replied in a nonchalant manner.
"Don’t look so shocked. Isn’t this usual?"
Harper Gibson, surprised, nearly choked on his water. As he looked up, wanting to respond, Adam Ross beat him to the punch.
"You invited us out on your free day, just to witness you two being lovey-dovey?"
Adam Ross comnted lazily, amusent flickering in his eyes.
"We’re planning to get back together." Oliver Hudson placed his hand, which was holding Annie’s hand, on the table and nonchalantly announced.
"Back together!" Harper Gibson exclaid, rising to his feet with widened eyes, disbelief evident in his voice.
"Why are you so shocked?" Oliver Hudson cast an impatient glance at Harper Gibson.
In the anti, he noticed the contemplative look flashing across Harper Gibson’s face.
"I..." Harper Gibson scratched his head awkwardly and chuckled a few tis, then lazily sank back into his seat.
He refilled his cup with water and took several gulps, quickly changing the subject.
"When is our second brother coming over? I’m starving! Why is he always so slow?"
Justin Battleson saw Charlotte Thompson waiting at traffic lights in the distance, and signalled Michael Richard to drive over.
He rolled down the window of the car and spoke to the woman outside, his tone low and husky.
"Miss Thompson, where are you going? I can give you a ride."
Charlotte Thompson was in the middle of sending a ssage to Jordan Thompson, asking him to order takeout for their children, when she heard Justin Battleson’s voice.
She looked up at Justin and responded patiently, albeit with evident annoyance.
"When I finish work, where I go shouldn’t concern Mr. Battleson, right?"
Justin Battleson was montarily at a loss for words. He responded indifferently, a feign of disinterest passing over his face.
"During work hours, I’m your boss. After hours, I’m an admirer. Miss Thompson, you will give a chance, won’t you?"
Justin stared intently at the woman, noticing a blush spreading across her face at his words.
"I don’t want to give you a chance."
Charlotte Thompson shot Justin Battleson a cold glance. Seeing the light turn green, she proudly walked off in her high heels.
If it were not for her car having broken down so unexpectedly, she wouldn’t have had to wait tediously at the red light.
Upon opening the door of the private room, Justin Battleson saw Harper Gibson’s disgruntled expression.
"What is it? Fallen for another woman?"
Justin Battleson arched a brow at Harper Gibson, then turned his gaze to the seemingly inseparable Annie Anne and Oliver Hudson.
"Today, I’m not the main character here. Harper, tell our second brother what you just told us." Harper Gibson gave Justin Battleson an annoyed glance.
"I already know." Justin Battleson seated himself and nodded politely towards Annie Anne.
"Since everyone is here, let’s eat... Waiter..." Harper Gibson looked around the group, about to call for the waiter with an excited tone.
"Wait a mont." Annie Anne spoke gently, causing a puzzled Harper Gibson to look at her as doubt veiled his thoughts about her choice.
"Could Mr. Gibson wait a little while longer?" Annie Anne opened softly with her eyes curved into a sweet smile.
Harper Gibson glanced at Oliver Hudson, who was looking at Annie with a gentle expression, and couldn’t help asking.
"What’s wrong, Miss Anne? Is there a problem?"
"I have a friend who’s on the way. Can Mr. Gibson wait for a while?" Annie Anne asked in a gracious and poised manner. anwhile, she gripped the corner of Oliver Hudson’s clothes and gave him a wink.
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