Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 216

"No, Swallow City."

"Why did President Severe come all the way here?

Why didn't you start your business somewhere closer t o home?" Rose Loyle asked.

"I wanted to transfer the crisis of my family business ... " Before Zayne had a chance to finish, Francis started coughing continuously.

Zayne quickly changed the topic. "I want to build an empire of my own."

"Is President Severe married?"

"Not yet."

"Aren’t your parents anxious?"

"No, but my grandfather is. He's so anxious that he fell ill."

When Rose heard that her grandfather was sick, there was a slightly dumbfounded look in her eyes.

Her grandfather had always been strong and healthy. Why did he suddenly fall ill?

"Is the old man okay?" she asked worriedly.

Francis glanced at her from the rearview mirror, assessing Rose’s every move. Her concern for Old Man Severe seemed genuine.

Zayne suddenly became crestfallen and said gloomily, "Ever since my younger sister passed away, the old man fell ill from all the grief. He hasn't been able to recover since.”

When Rose heard that, she felt her heart clench.

Rose had chosen an ordinary Chinese restaurant and ordered some regular home-cooked dishes. Zayne and Francis stared at her, dumbfounded.

"Miss Foyle, you like these home-cooked dishes?"

Just when the two people were starting to grow suspicious of Rose’s humble taste, Rose explained. "I don’t like wasting the company's money."

Francis quickly dropped the double-cooked pork he had just picked up back into the pot.

"Miss Foyle, you're so considerate of Zayne. Could it be that you’re interested in him?"

Rose rolled her eyes at him. "Aren't you the one who’s interested in him?”

Zayne choked, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Don't spout nonsense, Miss Foyle. Francis and I are just childhood friends. We're comrades, understood?"

Francis, on the other hand, began to laugh uninhibitedly. "You have a sharp eye, Miss Foyle.

Other people usually take a long time to notice that Zayne and I have an intimate relationship, yet you figured us out in just one glance."

Zayne clenched his fist and started hitting Francis' back. "How many times have I told you? Don't call me Zayne in front of other people. It’ll make them misunderstand.”

Francis felt wrongly accused. "Don't blame me. Blame your parents for giving you such a childish name.

They could have just called you Zack. Why did they have to call you Zayne?”

Rose grew up listening to their banter. As they fought, she just ate her food, unbothered.

Halfway through the meal, she received a call from Jay Ares.

"Sir Ares?” Rose called out, her voice trembling.

When the two bickering men heard her say 'Sir Ares', they quickly stopped messing around. They looked at Rose angrily.

"Where are you?” Jay's well-known voice rang out lazily.

"Paramount Hotel." The moment the words slipped out of her mouth, Rose regretted it immediately. "Is anything the matter?"

"It's nothing." Then, he hung up.

Rose shut her phone and saw Zayne and Francis looking at her with a dumbfounded look on their faces. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Miss Doyle, can I ask you a question? Who is this Sir

Ares you’re talking to?"

Rose's expression fell slightly. When she thought of how the Severe family had withered because of her death, she knew that there was already a fissure in the relationship between the Severe family and the Ares family. She quickly said, "It’s my ex-husband."