Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Chapter 1224

The other party immediately shook her head. “No, no, no. I’m not suited for the entertainment industry.”

“Are you afraid of the unspoken rules?” Eileen leaned in halfway. “Then, aren’t you afraid of your boss’ unspoken rules?”

The receptionist was dumbfounded.

How could this current A-list celebrity who was noble and elegant on screen be like this in private?

“Scared you, didn’t I? It was just a joke.”

Eileen noticed the receptionist calling Victor’s secretary.

Victor came out of the elevator, and his secretary hung up the phone, saying, “Miss Reid is at the reception, wanting to see you.”

“Okay.” Victor showed no emotion on his face, but his pace involuntarily quickened.

Eileen yawned lazily, propping her chin up with one hand, and turned her head when she heard approaching footsteps.

He was coming toward her from a distance, not too close.

She straightened up, and her lazy expression turned cold.

“Mr. Maxwell, long time no see.”

“Miss Reid, long time no see.” Victor’s gaze was deep, his expression cold.

Eileen looked at his distant and aloof demeanor, thinking of how he used to be ambitious without care of, consequences five years ago, and couldn’t help but smile.

She mocked him. “Mr. Maxwell, you were my former boss, after all. Why are you treating me so indifferently?”

Victor instinctively glanced at his secretary standing behind him.

The secretary had a keen eye and cleared the area of onlookers.

“I’m going to have lunch. Would you like to join me, Miss Reid?” Victor restrained his emotions, trying to sound distant and indifferent.

“Sure!” Eileen smirked, her gaze icy.

Victor was momentarily stunned. He didn’t expect her to agree.

“Let’s go. Where do you want to eat, Mr. Maxwell?” Eileen took a couple of steps and turned to ask.

Victor regained his senses, his expression even colder now.

“There’s a decent restaurant near the company.”

“Alright, I’m not picky.” Eileen slid her hands into her coat pockets, slowed her pace to match Victor’s, and maintained a level distance.

Victor tilted his head slightly, noticing her increasingly slender neck.

“You’ve lost weight:”

Eileen chuckled and adjusted her collar. “Can’t afford not to stay in shape.”

“You have a high status now. You can actually take a break.” Victor suggested.

“Hehe, who would complain about having too much money? Taking a break means not earning money,” Eileen replied.

Both of them spoke in a calm tone, with subdued expressions. From a distance, they looked like long- lost classmates who hadn’t seen each other in years.

But more than anything, there was a sense of unfamiliarity.

At the restaurant, Victor handed the menu to Eileen.

“What would you like to eat?”

Eileen didn’t take the menu and said to the waiter, “A yogurt salad, please.”

“Of course, Miss Reid. Anything else?” The waiter maintained a polite smile.

“I don’t need anything else. You can ask him.” Eileen nodded at Victor who was across from her.

Victor furrowed his brow and ordered foie gras, steak, and mushroom soup, all in portions for two.

Eileen quickly added. “I just want the salad.”

“Having a meal alone isn’t enjoyable,” Victor said indifferently.

This was something he used to say frequently when they were still together five years ago. She would eat a little more just to spend more time with him, forgetting about her diet. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Victor remarked. “You’re not actually fat. You’re too thin.”

Eileen lowered her head, stirring her black coffee with a spoon. “As an artiste, one must always pay attention to their appearance.”

“Are you happy?” Victor suddenly changed the topic.

The waiter felt awkward for a moment and quickly left with the menu.

Eileen smiled and looked elsewhere. “I am. I have fame, money, and lots of young admirers chasing after me-puppy-eyed ones, young men, mature men, you name it.”

Victor had no words. He simply looked at her.