Nikola had taken Qiao Xia to dinner, dressing her in a pearl white evening gown and high heels, and led her to a top-tier French restaurant. They were the only patrons in the entire establishment, which featured a green tree adorned with various lights, bursting with color. Outside the window stood the Eiffel Tower, with the entire city within view.
It was romantic, imbued with sentiment.
Yet, Qiao Xia didn't have the slightest inclination to appreciate it.
She just feared that Mu Liang would suddenly appear, and Nikola's bodyguard might shoot him dead with a single bullet.
Even if Mu Liang was formidable, he couldn't possibly be a match for the more than fifty bodyguards surrounding Nikola.
"Miss Qiao Xia, hurry up and eat. After dinner, we still have to go somewhere else, to meet the person you've been longing for," he said.
Qiao Xia's hand instantly went limp, but her face showed no emotion at all.
