After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire

Chapter 967 The Dinner

Chapter 967 The Dinner

Doyle was clearly in a bad mood. Oscar was forcing them to do this. If he refused, it would be Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

disrespectful to the Commander of Northfield. But if he agreed, he wouldn't feel good about it either.

If Doyle were just a brand designer, there wouldn't be any concerns in this regard. After all, he wasn't

part of Northfield and not giving face to the commander wouldn't matter much. The key issue was that

he was the prince of Jolencami. If some negative news got out, it would affect the friendly relations

between the two countries and could potentially lead to international disputes.

After much deliberation, Doyle said reluctantly, "Alright then, let's go."

"It's not like we're losing anything by going." Said Besse.

Doyle nodded and told the staff, "Tell Mr Commander that we are dirty from being outside all day and

need to take a shower before dinner. We might be late for it. If he wants to wait for us then so be it."

The staff replied respectfully, "Yes sir."

Doyle took Besse's hand and walked into the lobby before taking an elevator up.

"Why are you so upset over having dinner?" Besse asked because Doyle tended to wear his emotions

on his sleeve.

Doyle was vexed.

"Do you want to have dinner with him?" Doyle asked back.

Besse shook her head instinctively as she had some reservations about Oscar without knowing why

she didn't like him too much. But given Doyle's status, she didn't want him to lose face either so she

spoke up first.

Only after seeing Besse shake her head did Doyle say softly, "I always feel like Oscar is trying too hard

with us, either scheming or stealing something from us."

Besse laughed lightly and said, "But maybe he just wants our relationship between our countries

better."

"No," replied Doyle firmly, "he knows I don't want to go but still forces me into doing so. If he wanted my

approval then shouldn't have gone against my wishes."

Doyle may be emotional at times but never foolish as he was well-educated since childhood, which

helped him see things more clearly than most people would have done in those situations.

Besse nodded in agreement since they won't know what Oscar's true intentions were until they went

along with his invitation anyway.

Both returned separately back their rooms, where they took showers before changing clothes. They

deliberately delayed time, hoping that Oscar would wait for them all night long.

When they made their way down towards the restaurant, where others had been cleared out already. In

the spacious restaurant, there was only Oscar and the staff present. His bodyguards were all stationed

at the entrance, which showed their sincerity. As soon as they arrived, the staff respectfully led them to

the only table in the restaurant. Oscar also stood up and showed them respect.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." Doyle apologized on the surface level.

"Not long at all, it's expected." Oscar smiled. After speaking, he glanced at Besse and said, "Good

evening, Miss Besse."

Then he extended his hand.

Besse looked at Oscar's hand and furrowed her brows. She was just about to reach out when Doyle

directly grabbed her hand and said, "It's getting late, Mr Commander, let's start eating."

Oscar put down his arm without looking awkward. He turned to the staff and said, "Serve us."

"Yes, Commander."

The three of them all sat down.

"Prince Doyle has come a long way, so I have prepared some speciality red wine of Northfield for you

to try." Oscar took the initiative in speaking first.

"Okay." Doyle nodded.

"Miss Besse, you can also try some," Oscar added

"She doesn't need any. She can't drink alcohol or she'll get drunk even from low-alcohol red wine."

Doyle refused her directly.

He then told one of the staff members, "Prepare a cup of hot milk for her."

Besse turned her head towards Doyle, who didn't allow her to drink wine but now not even giving her a

beverage. She preferred something else instead of milk.

"Be good, you need more milk when preparing for pregnancy." Doyle could sense Besse's resistance

so he gently coaxed her.

At this moment, with a glass of red wine in his hand, Oscar seemed to stiffen slightly upon hearing the

words, "preparing for pregnancy". However, he slowly sipped on his wine without showing any unusual

behaviour whatsoever.

Naturally, Besse couldn't detect any subtle emotional fluctuations from Oscar either. She had no choice

but to compromise since they were in front of outsiders anyway; she watched as Doyle continuously

took care of her by cutting steak for her or wiping off food stains from around her mouth corners.

They sat by the table enjoying the meal in silence most of the time.

Oscar didn't eat much because he simply wasn't hungry. He drank red wine while observing how Doyle

constantly tended towards Besse. Doyle noticed Oscar's gaze and asked, "Mr Commander, aren't you

going to eat?"

Oscar picked up his utensils again and replied, "I was a bit hungry while waiting for you all earlier, so I

ate something. Now I'm not that hungry."

"You didn't have to wait for us, Mr Commander. I'm just here as an ordinary person on a business trip

or vacation in your country."

"Anyway, Prince Doyle is in Northfield and it's my duty as a host to extend hospitality."

"If my presence is causing any inconvenience for you, I should have left with Besse earlier."

Oscar pursed his lips slightly and apologized saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause you any trouble

or make you want to leave early."

Besse couldn't help but look up at Oscar when he spoke. She had prompted Doyle earlier to deter

Oscar from disturbing them further by making it seem like they were trying not to be a burden on him.

However, Oscar's response shifted the blame back onto them.

Given the diplomatic relations between their countries, Doyle couldn't admit that he disliked Oscar but

he seemed visibly annoyed now.

Besse quickly interjected, "I'm sure there is a misunderstanding, Mr Commander. Doyle means we are

sorry to disturb you."

"You didn't disturb me." Said Oscar, looking at Besse.

This was the first time Besse talked to him though she seemed to defend another man.

"We did." Besse replied, "Mr Commander had waited for us until this hour, when we finished the dinner,

it'll be midnight. And you still need to work tomorrow morning, we're sorry to take your sleeping time, Mr

Commander."

"I don't have work tomorrow." Said Oscar smilingly, "It's my vacation."

"You can have a vacation?" exclaimed Doyle incredulously.

Oscar chuckled lightly replying, "I'm not a machine, I need time off sometimes."

"Then you shouldn't waste your precious holiday time on us." Besse quickly chimed in adding, "You

should spend this time with your family instead."