Chapter 563 There's Always a Solution
<Chapter>Chapter 563 Aren't You Afraid The Roberts Won't Give You A Way Out?</Chapter>
Evelyn remained silent, well aware that Lucia would never consent to her plans, at least not now. She knew that Lucia held a firm belief that she was destined for someone far superior.
Someone like Kevin.
Unfortunately for Lucia, Kevin's interests lay elsewhere.
As their conversation ebbed and flowed, Dermot's culinary creations began to populate the table. Rising from her seat, Evelyn announced, "I'll go lend a hand in the kitchen. You stay put for a while."
She had laid out everything for Blake, and the ball was now in his court. 'With his keen intellect, he should be able to devise better strategies,' she thought.
Upon her entrance into the kitchen, Dermot glanced her way and said, "No need to help me. Take a breather."
"What rest? I've been idle all day," Evelyn retorted, relieving Dermot of the freshly fried meat strips and placing them on the dining table.
When she returned to the kitchen, Dermot was already engrossed in preparing the next dish. "That should suffice. Why prepare so much? We won't be able to finish all of this."
Surveying the table, which was already laden with four or five dishes, and seeing Dermot's unrelenting culinary endeavors, she couldn't help but worry for him.
Evelyn understood Dermot's desire to impress Blake, but it was unnecessary. As long as she was content, no one could deter her, not even her own father.
"Almost there. Just one final dish," Dermot responded, continuing his cooking spree.
He wasn't the least bit fatigued. Having caught snippets of the conversation between Evelyn and Blake in the living room, and understanding her sentiments, his spirits were buoyed. Blake's disdain for him was of little consequence.
Moreover, with Evelyn being so delightful, he naturally wanted to make it easy for her, which entailed securing Blake's endorsement.
Once the final dish, braised ribs, was served, Evelyn summoned Blake to dinner.
Dermot ventured to his own residence and returned with a bottle of red wine. "Sir, would you care for a drink?"
"Why not? I'm not one to shy away from a bit of wine," Blake responded, dismissing any thoughts of getting outdrunk.
Dermot poured some wine for Blake and fetched a soft drink for Evelyn, catering to everyone's preferences.
Observing Dermot's bustling activity, Blake couldn't help but consider that if Dermot weren't courting Evelyn, he would concede that he was a decent individual.
However...
Since his objective was Evelyn, the dynamics changed.
The distinction between having no ulterior motive and having one was stark.
The trio took their seats, and Dermot raised his glass, "To you, sir."
Blake didn't decline, raising his own glass to clink with Dermot's, all under Evelyn's watchful gaze.
"Try to limit your alcohol intake," Evelyn advised while savoring her meal.
Both men concurred and set down their glasses to commence eating.
Upon tasting Dermot's cooking, Blake, despite his reluctance, had to concede that the food was exceptional, rivaling the culinary skills of the Kyte family's chef.
"So, you're contemplating relocating the Doyle Group's headquarters to Columbia?" Blake casually inquired amidst his meal.
Dermot nodded, "Yes, it presents a tremendous growth opportunity, and it's closer to Evey."
"Hmm, bold enough to make such a drastic move at this juncture. Aren't you apprehensive that the Roberts family won't provide you an escape route?" At present, the Roberts family wasn't taking him seriously, merely toying with him a bit, and even that had Dermot scurrying around.
If they discovered he had relocated the headquarters to Colombia, they might resort to ruthless measures to ensure he didn't stand a chance. Then, he would be at a dead end.
Dermot merely shrugged, "There's always a solution. I can't remain stagnant forever out of fear."
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