We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

Chapter 311 What Is There to Share?
“But…”
Before she could finish, Elisa interrupted her as she smiled and looked at her. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”
Kira opened her mouth, but she suddenly didn’t know what to say. She could only sigh in exasperation. “Then… be careful.”
“Okay.”
…
While she was waiting, the time to meet came.
Elisa packed up her things and went to Mr. Whitford’s location.
When she arrived, Mr. Whitford was already there. She was a little surprised.
Mr. Whitford saw Elisa’s outstanding figure that couldn’t be hidden. Infinite joy flickered across his eyes at once. He immediately got up and smiled at Elisa. “You’re here, Ms. Benett. It’s such an honor for me to be asked out for a meal by you, Ms. Benett.”

Elisa smiled. “You’re too kind, Mr. Whitford. I’m very thankful that you were able to meet me, Mr. Whitford.”
Mr. Whitford smiled at once. “Come, sit. What would you like to eat?”
He reached out his hand and signaled for Elisa to sit down.
At that moment, Mr. Whitford looked pretty dignified. It was just his greasy appearance, the hollow shell of his body, and his obnoxious appearance.
Everyone could tell that he was a feeble person with one glance.
Elisa smiled and nodded as she walked to the dinner table to sit down.
Mr. Whitford handed Elisa the menu. “Take a look at what you want to eat. It’s my honor that you asked me out tonight, so I can’t let you spend a dime, Ms. Benett. Order anything you want. It’s on me.”
“You’re much too kind, Mr. Whitford. I was the one who asked you out. How can I make you pay for anything?”
“Ah, since we’ve met today, we’re friends from now on. If you have any problems or difficulties, you can feel free to let me know, Ms. Benett.”
Elisa smiled. “Thank you, we…”
Just as she was about to bring up the contract, Mr. Whitford smiled at once. “Ms. Benett, there’s a dish in this restaurant that’s incredibly authentic. Why don’t we try it out?”
Elisa could only stop what she was about to say and nod. “Sure.”
“Take a look at anything else you would like to eat, Ms. Benett.”
Elisa smiled. “I’m fine with anything. You can order as you please, Mr. Whitford.”
Mr. Whitford smiled and nodded. “Alright. I come here often. There are a few great dishes that you can try out, Ms. Benett.”
Elisa nodded and didn’t say anything.
At this point, everything was normal with Mr. Whitford. He wasn’t going too far at all, but Elisa didn’t dare to relax.
At the same time, in the next room, there were a few rich men sitting together. They weren’t eating anything. Rather, they sat on the couch, chatting and drinking.