Looking at Melody, Osborn couldn't help laughing. He found that she was getting more and more interesting.
He did not say anything else and started the car.
Instead of asking Melody what she wanted to eat, he drove directly to a restaurant.
It was a good time for a date at 9:00 P.M.
When they arrived, there were a lot of people, but because Osborn was a VIP here, there were always reserved seats.
Melody didn't say anything. Anyway, it was Osborn who treated her, so she could just eat.
"This way, Mr. Carter." The manager led Osborn to a good seat.
Osborn sat there casually, while Melody sat opposite him.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Carter. I'll take your order right away!" the manager said respectfully.
Looking at the manager, Melody concluded that Osborn must have come here often.
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