Eldest Young Master Grant and Roy Thompson were secretly competing, their eyes locked in an intense battle, both pairs fixed on Lily Shaw's every move, never missing a shift in her expression.
Lily Shaw had been mixing in the workplace for years and immediately spotted their childish antics. She sighed helplessly, reached out, and called to the waiter: "Waiter!"
"Hmph! Lily, you're ignoring me. You weren't like this before—we used to share the same bowl of rice." Roy Thompson was annoyed, copying the shameless Eldest Young Master Grant, throwing in some whining and acting cute.
Eldest Young Master Grant, who would never act immature in front of outsiders, could only stare at Lily Shaw with pitiful eyes.
Two handsome guys acting cute and whining in front of her—if it were any other girl, she'd probably feel super accomplished, right? Her vanity would be fully satisfied, huh?
