Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

The Romont family's dinner followed the old custom.

Huo Mingzheng and Fu Yan were the guests of honor tonight. Mr. Romont, as the head of the family, took his seat and Fu Yan sat on his right side.

"Fu Yan, sit next to me."

Fu Yan had done his homework before coming here, so he didn't think there was anything wrong.

She smiled slightly and sat down.

Huo Mingzheng sat opposite her.

He raised his eyes and met her eyes. Under the candlelight on the table, his eyebrows became as deep as the sea.

According to Fu Yan’s understanding, Mr. Romont’s last wife was Huo Mingzheng’s grandmother, who passed away twenty years ago. Mr. Romont was already sixty years old at that time and had no intention of marrying another wife. So far, the Romont family has not hostess.

Huo Mingzheng sat in the originally designated seat of the hostess, as the most important male guest at the dinner.

To his left sat his nominal aunt and their children.

Just before the dinner was about to start, Klande arrived late.

"I'm sorry, father, Arthur is not feeling well. I lost track of time taking care of him."

The butler pulled out the chair and Clande sat down. While laying out a napkin, he explained the reason for his late arrival.

Old Mr. Romont wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He adjusted the frame and said slowly in an old voice: "Arthur's injury is okay, right? I told you not to let him go to Doctors Without Borders. You don’t even know if your life will be involved in this desperate errand.”

"Yes, that's what I told him. He has now withdrawn from that organization and plans to come back and start managing his own hospital."

"Heh, Kland, Arthur has such a good idea. Who doesn't know how profitable our private hospital is? Can he manage such a large hospital?"

The person who spoke was Eric's mother, Shirley, who just laughed at Fu Yan.

Clandide smiled, "Arthur has no interest in doing business. The only thing he is interested in is his professional field. He doesn't want anything else his father gave him, but he only wants this hospital. Besides, this little profit What does it mean in the entire Romont family's estate?"

"That's right. He didn't inherit the advantages of the Romont family. His temper and personality are just like his Asian mother's. He's not a good candidate for business."

Fu Yan listened silently to the conversation between these nominal brothers and sisters.

She has been in the Huo family for more than ten years and is well aware of the shallowness of family ties in wealthy families. Only now she understands that the richer the wealthy family, the less important their relatives are.

At this dinner table, only Mr. Romont asked about Arthur's physical condition.

"What's wrong with Asians?" Mr. Luo Monte's voice deepened slightly, "Mingzheng's grandmother and my wife are also Asians. Although Wei Jin is not interested in doing business, Mingzheng's ability in this area is beyond your control. Several people put together are not as good as him."

When Mr. Romont said this, he could not hide his pride and pride in his voice.

It can be seen that he appreciates Huo Mingzheng's ability from the bottom of his heart.

Xirui was refuted by her father in public and was embarrassed. However, her mind was much more mature than that of her impetuous son, and the expression on her face was only slightly stiff.

Then, she smiled and said, "Dad, where did you go? I mean, Arthur followed his mother and didn't fight or steal. He is a good boy."

Mr. Romont chuckled and didn't look at her again.

Hearing a sigh from Xirui, "Is there anyone else who hasn't arrived yet?"

At first, Fu Yan thought that Klande was going to sit on the other side of Huo Mingzheng, but now Klande was sitting on the left side of Mr. Romont.

Arthur's absence from the dinner had been announced in advance, and Eric's seat was next to her mother's.

As a result, the position on Huo Minzheng's right side became vacant.

Just then, the housekeeper stood by the door and said, "Miss Black has arrived."

As the butler's voice fell, the servant led a young woman in.

Fu Yan was stunned for a moment when he saw that familiar face.

Xiao Ai, Doctor Xiao?

"Sorry everyone, I'm late." Xiao Ai looked at everyone present generously, showing a standard and appropriate smile.

Mr. Romont smiled and said: "It's not too late, sit down, the dinner is just about to begin."

The housekeeper pulled out the chair on Huo Mingzheng's right side and said, "Ms. Black, please sit down."

"Thank you." After Xiao Ai sat down, she spread the napkin on her lap.

"It turns out that you are my grandfather's son." A cold voice came to her ears.

Xiao Ai paused her hand on the napkin and whispered: "I'm sorry, Mr. Huo, I lied to you before. My identity is false. My real name is Amelia Black."

Huo Minzheng narrowed his eyes.

Blake.

In Zurich, the status is second only to the nobles of the Romont family.

The background is complex.

If he doesn't understand the subtle relationship at this moment, it would be a failure.

He sent people to investigate Xiao Ai. At first, he learned that Xiao Ai's "hometown" was in Tong County. He suspected that she was the person placed by Huo Yuanshi. After further investigation, he found out that the person who was really related to her was The Lomont family.

Except for his grandfather, no one else could have made Xiao Ai's background and production so perfect, even her birth and upbringing.

At this moment, he had to admire that Jiang was still hot when he was old.

The man chuckled softly, "It's hard to believe that you and my grandfather jointly created the illusion."

Xiao Ai smiled, "I can't help it. Mr. Romont hopes that I will have more contact with you. If I can successfully make you like me, that would be great."

"You probably don't remember, but we met many years ago. I knew you had serious psychological problems after being kidnapped, so I majored in psychology. I hope I can help you one day. As for getting close to Qin Heng during college, it was all arranged by me. How about it? Is this thoughtful enough to be worthy of you?"

The coldness in Huo Minzheng's eyes flashed, "It's a pity that your mission was not completed, and it will never be completed."

"That's really a pity." Xiao Ai raised her wine glass and touched Huo Mingzheng's wine glass.

His eyes swept across Huo Mingzheng's face unscrupulously. It was completely opposite to the gentle and peaceful look she pretended to have before. She was the real herself at this moment.

Huo Minzheng didn't look at her again, but looked at Fu Yan, who was sitting opposite him and casually sipping wine. She didn't look over here the whole time, and the expression on her face remained calm and steady.

It was hard to tell whether she was angry or jealous.