Her Seven Little Bodyguards

Chapter 834

If anything, Yvonne would have seen Bryan as an enemy right from the start.

"So, what do you plan to do?" Bryan asked so that he could prepare himself in the event her plans involved him.

"Nothing for now," Vania replied, not sounding the least bit worried. "The whole reason we're taking part in the Hillsworth Film Award is to see what tricks she'll pull next. Anyway, keep this to yourself for now, and if you're asked about it in interviews, just chalk it up to gossip."

"I will," Bryan promised, having caught on to her thought process fairly quickly. "Did you come out today just to put on a show for Yvonne?"

It was as if he had finally realized that Yvonne would not stop at just using cyber-trolls to play up the rumors surrounding him and Vania. She would probably try to take pictures of them soon to mislead the netizens and get the results she wanted.

"You're half right," Vania answered as she glanced through the menu. "I'm also here because of the food, and I'd like you to pay for the meal."

She really meant the last part of her sentence.

He groaned. "Didn't I just tell you that I can't afford to foot the bill?"

The dishes here were notoriously expensive. Of all the places she could choose. She could've asked Hanson to bring her here if she wanted to eat here so badly!

At this point, Bryan had already cursed her a hundred times over silently.

Vania knew that he was whining about the money, so after ordering the last dish, she closed the menu and said, "You know, they can keep a tab running for you here, and you can pay it off once you have the money."

Keep a tab? He had never been more insulted in his life. He felt his eyes twitch. Don't be stupid! As if I'd ever do anything as embarrassing as that!

With his ego bruised, he immediately declared, "Order whatever you like, Vania." He was sure that she wouldn't be able to eat much anyway. If he were to refuse to buy her a meal now, he would only come off as miserly.

"Heh." Vania smirked. "I'll just be eating these." She emphasized the word 'I'.

Bryan missed out the implication of her tone and waved his hand dismissively. "You can order more if you want."

He looked at the dishes on the table and decided that she would, at most, order a dessert for the sake of it.

"Fine, then. Don't mind if I do," she said cheerily as lowered her head to dig into her meal and hide the sly smile tugging on her lips.

When their orders were served, Bryan felt his mouth water, but he did the gentlemanly thing and gave Jennifer generous helpings of the food.

Just then, he suddenly remembered what their dynamics would look like to others, and he eyed Vania nervously as he asked, "Hey, Vania, shouldn't we be avoiding each other by now?" He didn't think it was wise for them to dine out like this. Anyone who saw them might think they were going to play dirty before the film festival.