"Alright, let's go have lunch together. I'll treat you to seafood noodles to thank you for your help today."
Harry Hunter's lips finally curved slightly upward, "Okay, address."
Isabella Weaver gave him an address, and he stepped on the accelerator and sped off.
He drove very fast, overtaking countless cars along the way, yet drove steadily, allowing Isabella to experience the thrill of speed while still feeling at ease.
She felt inexplicably certain that Harry Hunter would never let anything happen to her.
The restaurant was a bit far, and Isabella was idle all the way. After enjoying the scenery for a while, she began to watch Harry Hunter.
He wore a well-tailored navy blue suit, paired with a black shirt, giving him a uniquely mature aura.
His skin was very fair, his short hair tidy yet casually styled, never meticulously groomed, yet still handsome.
