Chapter 8: Don’t like

Dylan's POV

Hearing Emma say that I silently breathed a sigh of relief. But intuitively, I thought that Bernie would definitely give me a hard time, so I was even more careful. I asked Emma, "What restaurant do you normally order for him?"

Maybe Emma thought I wouldn't ask further, so she turned to leave. Suddenly hearing my question, Emma clearly stopped. She shook her head: "Not fixed. If not, try ordering a quick snack at a restaurant near your company. Chloe knows the phone numbers of these restaurants very well. You should ask her."

After saying that, Emma hurriedly left as if she was in a hurry to do some business. I could only obediently run to ask Chloe, but she gave me a list of restaurants selling food around the company, far or near. There must have been fifty restaurants. I gasped, stunned, and dialed a phone number.

Finally, I ordered two sandwiches for lunch, I wanted to order more drinks but then I didn't. Anyway, Emma had said, Bernie had a very casual lunch. I waited