Chapter 676

Chapter 676:
With that, Paisley produced a business card from her pocket and extended it to Candice.
Candice didn’t accept it. She had no desire to be associated with the tainted Olson family.
Just then, the door to the room swung open. The one to enter was none other than Milton.
“Apologies, but the fifteen minutes are up.” He walked in and said, “Mrs. Olson, have you concluded your consultation? We want to have dinner.”
Upon hearing Milton’s voice, Paisley whirled around, her countenance shifting instantly to a warm smile, devoid of the hostility she had shown moments before.
“Milton, my consultation is complete. The Lopez family’s attorney is truly exceptional and highly skilled. She offered excellent advice.” As she uttered these words, she thrust her business card into Candice’s hand.
Glancing back, Paisley playfully winked at Candice. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Candice considered disposing of Paisley’s business card, but she didn’t want Milton to catch any hint of oddity. She reluctantly accepted it. The mere thought of Paisley’s words made her feel nauseous.
Exiting the room with a slight smile, Paisley said, “I’ll leave you two to your business discussions.” She then shut the door behind her.
Eagerly, Milton moved to sit beside Candice, wrapping her in a comforting embrace.
“What did she inquire about?”
Candice, still feeling restless, responded in a disinterested tone, “Just some legal affairs. Do you wish to know?”
Dismissively, Milton responded, “No interest at all. Why are your hands cold? Is your outfit not warm enough? I should’ve brought along a coat for you.”
He took her hand, trying to infuse warmth into it.
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“I’m not cold,” Candice refuted, shaking her head.
Milton grabbed a few slices of sashimi and placed them on Candice’s plate. “We haven’t even started eating. Luckily, the ice hasn’t melted, so the food is still fresh. We’ve lost half an hour to her intrusion. Next time, I’ll ensure it’s just us at the restaurant.”
“Oh,” Candice responded, her mind elsewhere.
Oblivious to her unusual demeanor, Milton offered her a piece of beef.
Candice chewed absentmindedly, the once delicious flavor now tasting bland, like wax.
After a few bites, Milton noticed her phone lying unattended. His brows furrowed as he picked it up.
“I texted you earlier. How come you didn’t respond? Didn’t you see my message?”
“Mrs. Olson suddenly entered, leaving me no time for a response.” Candice quickly stashed Paisley’s business card in her bag as she explained.
“Okay. Don’t accept any cases related to the Olson family. I only want you to handle mine.” As he observed her tucking away the business card, Milton declared with a sense of possessiveness.
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