Chapter 1291 The Take-Out Fiasco

Mark didn’t answer. Instead, he walked ahead, sat down, opened his lunch box, and began eating. In less than two minutes, the sound of a delivery man suddenly rang out from outside the office. “Sir, I have your take out. Are you Mr. Tremont? I need some verification…” Mark became upset. He had asked Davy to order takeout for him but had completely forgotten about it… Arianne took a long breath. “I wouldn’t have brought this over if I had known you had ordered takeout.” Davy was forced to take the blame. His voice rang crystal clear from outside the door. “That’s my takeout! I haven’t eaten yet, and I’m starving! I put in the wrong personal details. I’m so used to ordering food for Mr. Tremont, I forgot to change it!” He was obviously saying this for Arianne’s benefit. Arianne wasn’t fooled. “Eat whatever you like. Have your takeout if you don’t want this. It’s not like I made the food. The chef at home made it.” “Am I not eating now?” Mark indifferently replied. “How could