"Stop fussing, once we finish dinner I'll take you back, otherwise even if you call a friend to pick you up, their car will have to wait a few kilometers away."
Then, without giving Titus Zane a chance to speak, he pulled her in, while Max Locke, sitting on the sofa, also stood up and interjected at the right time.
"Emma, instruct the kitchen to start the meal, we need to get going after eating."
Having said that, he led the way to the dining room.
Forced to come here, now she was being forced to the dining table as well.
At the table, aside from the old master whose face didn't look too good, everyone else was very enthusiastic.
Emma Reynolds was using the serving chopsticks to pile food onto Titus Zane's plate non-stop; looking at the mountain of food in front of her, Titus Zane was not at all moved but rather seemed indifferent.
"Thank you, you don't need to look after me, I don't have a big appetite."
