Chapter 400 If I go with you to Golombia...
Seeing the immediate agreement between the two, Marina didn't know what to say. She followed them into the car in a daze, not yet fully comprehending the situation even when they arrived at the restaurant.
While ordering, Greg excused himself to make a phone call, presumably to inform his family about the matter concerning the Peterson family.
Marina couldn't help but feel guilty as she looked at Evelyn. "Eve, if you really don't like him, there's no need to consider the Peterson family. I believe even without the Hamilton family; my father can find good clients."
"I know, but..."
Evelyn glanced at Greg, who was making a phone call not far away, and chuckled, "Even if we skip this meal today, he won't give up. Since that's the case, we might as well make use of it."
During this period of time, she had gained some understanding of Greg's persistent character and knew that he would not easily give up.
Some people may seem careless, but once they have a purpose, they won't easily give up. No wonder Greg can become the successor of the Hamilton family.
Just as she was speaking, Greg finished the call and returned. "Is everything ordered? No need to be polite with me, just order whatever you want."
Since Evelyn and Dermot broke up, he had been in a very good mood, feeling that his efforts during this time had not been in vain.
Although Evelyn and Dermot's breakup had nothing to do with him...
"Yes, everything is ordered," Marina weakly replied. This person was about to become a client of the Peterson family, so she couldn't afford to provoke him anymore.
Before they started cooperating, Marina didn't care who he was. But now... she felt a bit constrained.
Greg took the menu with a smile, his gaze always on Evelyn, "Evelyn, how do you feel today?"
"Fine," Evelyn thought in her heart, "If I hadn't met you."
"That's good, I was afraid you might not be in a good mood," Greg laughed happily. "Breaking up is no big deal. Find someone better and make Dermot, that scumbag, furious. Don't you think so?"
Evelyn didn't say anything, but Greg didn't plan to give up, "Look, I'm quite good, I'm on par with Dermot in terms of appearance, and in terms of family power, I'm even stronger than the Doyle family. Don't you think so?"
This statement was not entirely untrue, but Evelyn shook her head, "Do you think love is like buying vegetables on the street, as long as the price is right?"
"Love needs to be cultivated slowly. If you don't give me a chance, how are we supposed to cultivate it?" Greg, feeling resentful, countered.
Sighing, Evelyn helplessly looked at Greg, "I surrender. What exactly do you want? What is it about me that's worth so much effort from you?"
She really wanted Greg to make it clear to her, this endless pursuit couldn't go on like this.
Seeing that she seemed to be getting angry, Greg decided not to continue the topic and turned to Marina, "Let's eat, let's eat."
Evelyn: ...
"Unbelievable." Evelyn sighed helplessly.
Greg was also speechless. He also wanted to know how remarkable Evelyn's background was to make his grandfather insist on him marrying her.
At this rate, Greg felt that he might never have the chance to find out in his lifetime.
Marina quietly ate her food. Although she couldn't quite understand what the two were talking about, she tactfully remained silent. It wasn't something she needed to know, so she focused on eating her own meal.
"If I go with you to Colombia, will your grandfather tell me the truth?" Evelyn held her chopsticks, pondered for a moment, and suddenly looked at Greg.
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