She glared at her phone, gritting her teeth, cursing, "Damn capitalist!"

Aveline sent the initial draft to Patrick.

Less than an hour later, she received a response-it wasn't the feel he wanted.

Her brows furrowed, and she spent a long time emailing back and forth with Patrick, but they still couldn't reach an agreement.

Frustrated, she decided to meet him in person.

Patrick readily agreed, and they arranged to meet at a newly opened restaurant in Cloudflare City.

By evening, Aveline arrived at the restaurant's entrance, only to be stopped by the doorman.

"Sorry, ma'am, no entry without a reservation," he said, a polite smile on his face, but his eyes held a hint of disdain.

Aveline was dressed simply a knit sweater, jeans, and a versatile overcoat. Her long hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and she wore no makeup except for a touch of lip gloss, the only color on her.

With Christmas approaching, the weather was getting colder, and Aveline could feel the biting chill of the wind as she stood by the door.

She pulled out her phone and tried calling Patrick, but his line was busy.

Frustrated, she had no choice but to wait at the entrance.

Although the restaurant had just opened, business seemed good.

hour Aveline had been waiting, several groups had already

her still there, the doorman's contempt was now

place just anyone can walk into. You'd better leave," he sneered as if

up at him and said, "What's the difference between us? We're

did his sense of superiority

a moment, the doorman's face darkened,

the

was freezing, feeling the cold seeping into her

call Patrick, but realized it had already shut

exhale. Two and a half hours later, a car pulled up in

at the entrance and quickly

here waiting for me this whole time? I'm

previous meeting ran over..

Come on,

de-are you

let's get

freezing?"

full of

a guest wait outside? What if something

en

his

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