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Irene was still 20 minutes away from the appointed time.

The Red Rose Restaurant was considered the most elegant restaurant in the city. In the center of the restaurant was a small stage, where a violinist was performing live. Most of the other restaurants could not afford to hire a performer, so most of their customers would choose to listen to music.

The quality of the music was high, so naturally, the price was high.

The date was chosen by Daivet. He asked his matchmaker, Lillian, to send a message, "I'm too busy. Please help me book a table."

Irene pursed her lips. It was just like what Bertha had said. Daivet was very vain and liked to act like a rich second generation.

Just two minutes away from the date, Daivet's phone rang.

Irene subconsciously raised her head and looked towards the door. A man in a silver-gray suit was standing at the door. He was cold and indifferent, and his powerful aura seemed to gather on him, attracting the attention of many people.

As if he was used to being the center of attention, the man looked around the restaurant calmly.

The lights were bright, so even from afar, Irene could still see the man's unparalleled handsome face.

Thump. Her heart pounded like a stone in a lake. The lake that had been silent for thousands of years suddenly rippled, and the ancient echoes reverberated in her heart. Irene thought to herself, "This is indeed the most elegant restaurant in the city. Any customer here is of the highest quality."

At this moment, Irene did not expect that she would be entangled with him for the rest of her life. At this moment, she treated him like a celebrity idol.

As a celebrity, she had to look at her face.

As if he didn't notice her, or maybe he wasn't sure, the man frowned and looked down at his phone.

Irene finally realized that her phone was ringing. She turned around and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello, I'm Daivet. I'm at the door."

The man put his phone by his ear.

"I'm Irene. I'm at table number 15. It's right by the window." Irene's heart skipped a beat.

He's at the door? Could it be...?

"Wait a moment, I'll be right there."

As if confirming Irene's guess, her phone rang. At the same time, the man at the door hung up.

The waiter walked over to him and said a few words to him before leading the way for him.

His 1.8m tall figure was like a mountain pressing down on Irene. He stood in front of her with a cold and indifferent expression. He didn't smile, and his powerful aura completely surrounded her.

For a moment, Irene felt a sense of fear.

But then, she remembered what Bertha said and all her fear disappeared.

He acted like a gentleman!

She smiled playfully and stood up. She stretched out her hand. "Hello, Mr. Daivet. I'm Irene."

The man nodded and held one-third of her finger with a gentlemanly demeanor. His voice was a little colder than it was on the phone. "Miss Rodriguez, hello."

He nodded at the waiter to thank him. The waiter blushed and couldn't bear to look away from him.

Irene invited him to take a seat. The man placed his hands on the table with an elegant posture. He took the initiative and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Rodriguez. I'm late. Today, I'll treat you to a meal. You can order whatever you want."

He pushed the menu in front of her.

"I came early." The corner of Irene's mouth twitched slightly. She was trying to act like she was a fat man. Daivet was a person who could eat two or three months of his salary with just a simple dish. Instantly, she had the thought of a prank.

"Here's a serving of black pepper steak, medium, thank you." Irene said to the waiter with a smile.

Black pepper steak, 18,888 yuan.

What a lucky number.

She even handed the menu to the man and turned her eyes to see his reaction.

The man did not frown. He said straightforwardly, "I'm the same as this young lady. I want another serving of Lafite red wine, aged eighty-two years."

Irene almost fainted. When she was bored, she glanced through the menu. The price of the Lafite from the 8th to the 9th year was more than 90,000!

The waiter's eyes were green. He looked at the man as if he was looking at a god of wealth.

When Irene wanted to regret it, the waiter had already run off to report the menu.

Her heart was bleeding!