Chapter 310

After ensuring no obvious remarks were on the calendar, I calmly sat down at the desk. "Mr. Harold, you didn't come here this late at night just to discuss the calendar, did you?" "Of course not, Na—Ms. Fisher," John suddenly interrupted. "Mr. Harold has made a reservation at the restaurant across the street and would like to invite you and Ms. Whittaker for dinner." This took me by surprise. After all, our last encounter with Bruce at the hospital had been quite unpleasant. I replied honestly, "But Ms. Whittaker left work half an hour ago." Bruce's brows furrowed and his expression became unnatural. "That's fine. Since the reservation was made, you could go with Mr. Harold," John chirped. Bruce and I gave him a look. He pursed his lips and muttered, "The reviews about that place are quite good. It would be a shame to miss it." I looked at Bruce, and he looked back at me. The next second, he asked, "What do you think, Ms. Fisher?" Bruce asking us out for dinner was already him b