14: NO ONE WILL KNOW

NO ONE WILL KNOW

There is something within her suspecting that Liane is setting her on a blind date.1

'Not again!' she screamed inwardly and then frowned at the realization.

While Frank was on Liane's right side, another man was sitting in front of her. Liane was facing her direction, and she waved at her. She stared at the back of the man, and then she gazed at Liane with a questioning look.

'Who is he?' she mouthed, still frowning.

Instead of answering her, Liane just grinned from ear to ear. She tried to calm herself so that her night won't despoil.

"Hey Sis! I'm so glad you're here!" Liane's voice was full of excitement, which made her roll her eyes.

"Really, you do?" she said sarcastically. "Frank," she greeted him, and Frank nodded, who was also smiling from ear to ear. When she sits beside the man, she greeted him,

"Hi, good evening–" she gasped, and her eyes enlarged in astonishment. "M-Mr. Briggs? What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean by that?" he was dumbfounded.

The couple looked at each other, puzzled as to why they knew each other.

"Wait, wait, wait... you knew each other already?" Frank asked.

"Yes!" they answered in chorus. Ingrid's left brow rose, while Clifford was just calm and distant.

"Why am I not surprise?" Liane said with amusement in her eyes while she holds her husband's hand and squeezed it as if communicating something to him. Then, he leaned on his chair and looked at her with so much passion.

"We've meet again Miss Howard." It was Clifford who spoke while staring at her with no emotion.

He looked so hot on his striped shirt with a black blazer rolled neatly to his elbow and blank pants and leather shoes. The blazer fits perfectly on him that makes him so relaxed and smart.

"Yes, we meet again, Mr. Briggs..." she said stiffly.

When Liane noticed Ingrid's hatred and the tension between them, she cut their conversation, and a waiter went to them.

"I think we should order first. I'll go for a Charboiled Kobe Filet and Kobe Strip Steak for my husband."

Ingrid smiled upon hearing Liane ordered for Frank.

"Wagyu Sirloin for me," Clifford ordered.

"and you Miss Ingrid...?" the waiter enquired at her politely. The waiter was mesmerized by Ingrid that he just stared at her.

"Uhmm I'll go for Fullblood Wagyu Tenderloin..." she looked at the waiter and politely smiled at him. The waiter reddened.

"Will that be all, Miss?" still the waiter lingered. Clifford frowned and interrupted.

"Well for the wine, we'll go for Merlot. That will be all, thanks!" Clifford added, hinting at the waiter to go away.

"A-ahh yes, of course, if you will excuse me," the waiter hastened off.

"So, let's go back to where we end our conversation, where did you two meet?" Frank asked nonchalantly, half-grinning.

"He's Mr. Briggs's son, my future boss." She said bluntly.

"Oh." Liane covered her mouth due to astonishment.

"Really?! That's lovely..." she slightly shrieks, touching the arm of her husband and squeezes it again.

"Cut it Liane." She stared sharply at her best friend.

"What? I didn't say anything sis? Why are you blushing..." she teased. Ingrid just rolled her eyes in response.

"What's wrong with Liane's word Miss Howard?" Clifford interrupted.

"Excuse me?!" seeing her indignant face makes Clifford smile.

Without Ingrid's awareness, Clifford was already observing her,

'Hmmm... She seems to be very defensive indeed. Always thinking in advance.' He observed.

"I mean, there's nothing wrong with what she says that we will be working together soon, right?" Clifford put stress on the word 'together.'

"I know right, Cliff? What are you thinking by the way sis?" and she let out a giggle. She seems to be in a hot seat.

"Huh?"

"The foods are coming, I am famished." Frank barged in, sensing that Ingrid is somewhat irritated. Both Clifford and Ingrid became quiet while the couple stared at each other meaningfully.

"Bon appétit..."

They ate without a sound, and only the couple dominates the conversation. The ladies talked were catching up while the men were talking about business.

Then suddenly, Liane thought of something.

"If you will excuse me, I need to use the rest room," Liane stood up.

However, Liane did not go to the restroom. Instead, she talked to the manager and arranged some things; her ideas pop up like fireworks, which excite her all the more.

"Please manager, don't ever, ever tell it to anyone that I have planned it, okay?"

"Rest assured, Mrs. Surey, no one will know." He smiled politely, and he acts as if zipping his mouth.

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