Chapter 270 Ill Intentions

Cleo checked her watch. "My lunch break is limited. Make it quick."

"Alright, I'll treat you to a meal, and we can chat while we eat." Arthur, unfazed by Cleo's coldness, withdrew his hand with a patient smile and pointed to the restaurant nearby.

Cleo pointed to the newly opened pasta shop nearby. "I'll eat there. No need for you to treat me. I've already ordered on my phone."

"Alright, alright,