“Hello, is this Mr. Langford? Dahlia has something to say to you.” Florence shoved the phone to Dahlia as soon as the call got through.
“Dahlia? Let me know if you need any help. I’ll definitely get it done If I can,” a voice drawled.
“It’s me, Mr. Langford.” Dahlia responded stiffly. “I’ll get to the point. I have a friend who’s in trouble and has been arrested by the military. I hope you can help me save him.”
“Arrested by the military? Your friend must be into hot water,” Luis guessed arrogantly.
“I wouldn’t have turned to you if I had another choice.” Dahlia responded tiredly.
“What’s your friend’s name?”
“Alright. I’ll help you on one condition,”
“What is it?”
“Treat me to dinner tonight.” Luis responded frankly.
“Um — Dahlia stiffened, instantly understanding what he meant.
“You won’t refuse such a small request, would you?” Luis teased hall–jokingly.
“Of course not.” Dahlia forced a smile. “It’s nothing compared to what you’re willing to help me with.”
“Great! It’s a date. See you later!”
Dahlia hung up after chatting for a while more.
“Well? Did he agree?” Florence inquired.
“He did, but I’ll have to have dinner with him tonight.” Dahlia was exasperated.
“That’s great! Hurry home and make yourself look good. Don’t make Mr. Langford wait.” Florence ushered
“Dahlia, you should make good use of this opportunity,” Dakota advised with a knowing look. “Glenstead is keen to see you and the Langfords take your relationship further through marriage. The Langfords initially had someone else in mind, but Mr. Langford wasn’t pleased with her. Instead, he chose you. This is your greatest
blessing. You better not waste this chance!”
Dahlia shook her head. “I’m not interested in marrying into a rich family.”
“Who else would you marry? A loser like Dustin? What’s wrong with you?” Dakota rolled her eyes. “You can have anything you want if you marry into the Langford family. Why would you choose to suffer in a tiny place like this?”
“Precisely! You’ve basically hit the jackpot. You should make good use of this chance. Our family is depending
on you to become rich!” Florence piped.
Compared to Luis, men like Chris Nolan and Matt Laney were nothing. After all, the Langfords were the true aristocrats in Stonia. Their very existence stood at the peak of power.
Dahlia glanced at the eager eyes surrounding her and remained silent. She used to yearn for power as well but had finally realized it didn’t matter much to her.
Soon, night fell. A jeep slowly pulled into the entrance of Fairyharbor Restaurant. The doors opened, and Dustin and Adam emerged.
“Weren’t we going to have a drink? What are we doing here?” Adam muttered.
“The wine here isn’t too shabby. The wines are brewed in–house. You should try some.” Dustin replied.
“Really? I’ll have a taste, then.”
As the two men chatted, they walked into the restaurant and chose a place on the second floor. “Hey, buddy. Is it true that you got married?” Adam quizzed Dustin as soon as they sat down.