Flirting Mistake: I Married My Ex's Billionaire Uncle Overnight

Chapter 65: What Type Do You Like?

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: What Type Do You Like?

The Flavor Crucible.

The woman looked at Julian Lancaster with admiration in her eyes.

He just sat there quietly, tall and handsome, exuding a strong sense of oppression, his eyes cold and sharp, with an aura of celibacy surrounding him.

A man like this can easily stir a woman’s heart, making them flock toward him.

What’s more, he is the most promising heir of the Lancaster Family, with status, wealth, and an indescribable masculine charm.

Fiona Rhodes blushed quietly. When her father sent her to Veridia for a matchmaking meeting, she was reluctant. Who would have thought that Julian Lancaster would be so perfect—far superior to those playboys in Crestfall.

"President Lancaster, Elder Lancaster said you are usually very busy and have no time to return to Crestfall, so I ventured to come, hoping you wouldn’t mind."

Julian Lancaster coldly regarded the woman before him, a mocking arc on his thin lips, "If you knew it was a bold move, you shouldn’t have come."

He worked at Zenith, and his grandfather suddenly sent a woman over, saying she was here for a matchmaking meeting and even appointed him to take her to dinner.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be sitting here now.

Rhodes’ face stiffened upon hearing Julian

did not expect him to be so unkind, speaking without

man—he didn’t flatter those in power, unlike those who usually tried to curry favor with

being angry, Fiona found Julian Lancaster even

but considering her unresolved issue with Vincent Lancaster, and how hard it would be to fool his grandfather, it wasn’t the right

he decided to deal with

"President Lancaster, you really

"I never joke."

"..."

room door knocked, and a waiter came

the couple’s meal

and withdrew with the

glanced up, discreetly observing Julian

was deliberately ordered by her, just to see how he would

so far, he

seemed ordinary in texture, not revealing any brand, yet his

minding every word and action, full of the noble elegance of a

fork