Chapter 1047 If You Like It, It's Yours
"Jane Watkins, right?" Lydia nodded at Jane. "I'm not speaking for you, but for the domestic photography community and your artistic talent. I'm not helping you; I'm helping the photographer of that piece. Jane, I hope you won't disappoint me."
"Thank you, Mrs. Bennett!" Receiving recognition from a prominent figure in the industry was one of the best gifts a photography enthusiast could receive.
This was an affirmation of Jane's talent and ability, an expectation of her future and potential.
"You are just a bit proud," Lydia said, then quickly added, "But I admire that."
On the way out of the auditorium, Jane's eyes were clearly filled with joy, obviously in a very good mood.
Anthony, who had been a few steps behind Jane, suddenly strode forward, blocking her path and pinning her between him and a pillar.
"Jane, I came all this way to find you, and you didn't even spare me a glance. Yet, you're so happy just because she praised you a bit?"
Jane looked up at Anthony, blinked after half a second, and said, "Thank you, Anthony Clark."
"That was very insincere," Anthony said.
See, Anthony's words always made Jane not want to continue thanking him.
"How's your wound? Has it started to scab?" Jane changed the subject, silently calculating how to thank Anthony this time.
"I don't know," Anthony said. "You can check it yourself."
Jane thought, 'This topic shouldn't be discussed either.' Why did she fall for someone like Anthony who couldn't hold a conversation? Was it just because of his face? How shallow she must have been in her youth!
"Why are you here?" Jane changed the subject again.
"Jane, you're asking me something you already know the answer to?" he retorted.
Jane had indeed guessed it from the start; otherwise, she wouldn't have been merely surprised, not shocked, when she saw Anthony.
When in Fae City, Anthony had seemingly allowed Jane to leave, but he must have secretly sent someone to follow her. He might have even followed her himself.
Jane had not listed Paykston as her destination, but with Anthony's connections and resources, it would have been easy for him to find out her real destination.
Just as Jane wasn't going to Paykston initially, but to Fae City instead.
Jane took a deep breath, no longer wanting to chat idly with the straightforward Anthony, and suppressed her not-so-great temper. She suggested, "How about I treat you to a meal, and we can talk while we eat?"
This time, Anthony didn't say anything and nodded in agreement.
Jane smiled with satisfaction. "What do you want to eat?"
A meal, at least, was a proper way to say "thank you."
As for the award ceremony time delayed because of Jane, although Anthony said he would take responsibility and cover the costs, Jane, having been in this circle for many years, knew the intricacies well. Neither the organizers nor the sponsors would let Anthony pay.
If Anthony spent even a penny on this matter, they would feel uneasy.
They feared being retaliated against by Anthony at any moment.
Anthony's retaliation against the Watkins family four years ago still had lingering effects. In the country, the most feared person was not Oliver of the Windsor family in Paykston but Anthony of the southern city.
Because as long as you didn't cross Oliver's bottom line, he would be too lazy to bother with you. Besides, Natalie was Oliver's soft spot; a word from her was more effective than anything.
But Anthony was different. He could lie low in the Clark family for years and bring down Jane's entire family.
Anthony didn't have a soft spot like Natalie, at least not as far as everyone knew.
Anthony mentioned the name of a restaurant.
Jane recognized it; she had eaten there before when she came to Yew City. It was a top-notch private restaurant, costing thousands of dollars per person.
"Should we drive or take a cab?" Jane wasn't sure if Anthony had driven.
"The car is in the parking lot," he said.
Jane and Anthony walked to the parking lot and saw a cherry-red Ferrari in the spot Anthony mentioned.
"This car looks nice." she remarked. It didn't quite match Anthony's usual style and seemed more like a woman's car.
"Really?" Anthony opened the passenger door and got in.
Jane rolled her eyes, walked around the front of the car, and got into the driver's seat.
Anthony really treated her like a chauffeur. Just as she was complaining in her mind, she heard Anthony say, "If you like it, it's yours."
Jane was so shocked she almost hiccupped and quickly shook her head. "I don't like it. Don't give it to me."
Anthony responded with a smirk, his expression seemingly mocking Jane for being a coward.
Jane couldn't be bothered to argue with Anthony. She started the navigation and drove to the private restaurant Anthony had specified.
"Jane, do you have the money to treat me to a meal?" Anthony looked at the road ahead.
Jane instantly understood the implication: You said you were broke, yet you have money to treat me?
Either she had been pretending to be poor, or she couldn't afford this meal.
"None of your business," Jane said through gritted teeth. "Mr. Clark, don't worry. Even if I don't have money, I won't leave you there as collateral."
Still not satisfied, Jane added, "Even if I wanted to leave you as collateral, no one would accept you as payment."
Anthony turned his head and asked Jane, "Would you accept me?"
The Ferrari almost drifted on the road.
The bodyguards following closely behind braked urgently, startled, and immediately called to ask if Anthony was okay.
Jane heard the instigator in the passenger seat say "I'm fine" to the bodyguards before hanging up.
Jane restarted the car as if she hadn't heard what Anthony had just said; and her momentary loss of control, as if it were just a dream.
At this moment, Jane was certain that Anthony had driven this Ferrari, which didn't match his style, intending to give it to her.
At the restaurant door, the doorman asked Jane if she had a membership card.
Jane gave her name, and the doorman quickly ushered them in.
After ordering, the waiter brought a bottle of white wine.
"Do you know the owner of this place?" Anthony had sensed something was off from Jane's interaction with the doorman and the complimentary bottle of white wine worth tens of thousands of dollars.
"Yes." Jane didn't hide it. "The owner is a friend of mine, but he's a few years older, and we don't meet often."
Because they didn't meet often, Anthony, despite being around Jane for years, didn't know this friend.
After a while, the dishes were served.
The waiter brought an extra dish decorated with roses, looking very romantic.
The waiter said, "Ms. Watkins, our owner specifically instructed us to serve you this dish if you dined here. He crafted it especially for you."
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