Chapter 83 A Date?
- “Welcome.”
- Just as they stepped into the lobby, a young waitress came over, a warm, professional smile on her lips. “Sir, how many in your party? Would you like the hall or a private room?”
- “Just the two of us. The hall’s fine,” Finnian said with a smile. He did have the Hubbard Group’s Supreme Card, but he rarely used it. Every swipe meant he owed Matthew a favor, and he hated owing anyone.