45: You’re So Good to Me

"Are you idling away your time, or has delivering meals become part of your job? If you desire a change—"

Oliver bit back the rest of his sentence as he caught the critical words from his assistant: Secretary Shen.

"What did you just say? Secretary Shen?"

The assistant nodded dumbfoundedly, "Yes, that's what the delivery person mentioned."

Right on cue, Oliver’s phone chimed with a message from Lillian.

"I heard from Granny you haven't had lunch, so I ordered some food for you. The restaurant said it's been delivered. Did you get it?"

The anger clouding Oliver's face dissipated somewhat upon reading the message, though his tone remained gruff, "Playing the good Samaritan after avoiding me like the plague?"

He shot his assistant a look.

"Bring it in."

"Okay."

The assistant carried the bag to the desk, placing it beside Serena’s lunch, which now seemed like an eyesore.

After a moment's thought, the assistant broached, "Mr. Qin, about the lunch Miss Serena made. You said I could have it?