My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"You mean Leonil Jones?" Freya seemed quite familiar with this person and asked, "Are you planning to get wine from them?" "That was my initial plan." Anne nodded, but she seemed hesitant. "They were the best out of all the samples I've received."

Freya nodded and said, "It's a legacy brand. You could say they're pretty experienced, but their manager has been messing around lately, spending way too much effort in gaining power. Their reputation is a mess right now, especially from external reviews. Wine is no joke. Even if you blend the wine with just a tiny bit of lower quality wine, people will be able to notice. Picking Foresty Wine may not be the best choice right now. It's much too risky."

"Thanks for informing me about that Aunt Freya. You can rest easy knowing that I have no intention of signing any contracts with them anytime soon. Nothing will go wrong." After saying that with a smile, Anne then shared her doubts about them. "Foresty Wine however, is the top brand in the industry. If they fall victim to fraud, it will be very difficult for the other companies to avoid it too. How about we find out what they're trying to do behind the scenes?"

Freya looked at Anne, surprised at her suggestion then smiled with gratification. She stirred her cup of coffee and said meaningfully, "I knew what I was doing when I said that you're talented. Don't worry, I'll check on that guy as soon as possible. Just concentrate on being your own boss, get your club open as soon as possible, and make even more money for me. Everything will work out well for everyone." Watching them flatter each other was a little torturous for me. So I knocked on the table and looked serious as I said jokingly, "Sorry to bother both of you bosses, but it's lunchtime, could you two take your minds off work for a while and have a meal with me?"

"Humph, look, your mother's jealous," Freya mumbled.

"Haha, you must be very hungry..."

"I am. I could eat a whole cow!"

Lunch would have been great if only someone from the past hadn't showed up.

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waiter and stood by

"Miss Reid, what a coincidence. It must be fate for us to keep running into each other

I've heard good reviews about this restaurant. That's why I came

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