'Not again!' she screamed inwardly.

Liane was facing her direction and she waved at her, while Frank was on her right side, and another man was sitting in front Liane. She stared at the back of the man and then she gaze at Liane with a questioning look.

'Who is he?'

Her bestfriend just grinned from ear to ear. She just calmed herself so that her night won't be ruined.

"Sis! I'm so glad you're here!" Liane's voice was full of excitement which made her roll her eyes.

"Really, you do?" she said sarcastically. "Frank," she greeted him and Frank nodded who was also smiling from ear to ear. When she sits beside the man she greeted him,

"Hi, good evening–" she gasped and her eyes enlarged in astonishment. "M-Mr. Briggs, what are you doing here?"

"What do you mean by that?" he was dumbfounded.

The couple were puzzled as to why they knew each other.

"Wait, wait, wait... you knew each other already?" Frank asked.

"Yes!" they answered in chorus. Ingrid's left brow rose, while Clifford was just cool and distant.

"Why am I not surprise?" Liane said with amus.e.m.e.nt in her eyes and she holds the hand of her husband and squeezed it as if communicating something to him and he leaned on his chair and looked at her with so much pa.s.sion.

"We've meet again Miss Howard." He just stared at her with no emotion.

He looked so hot on his striped s.h.i.+rt with black blazer on that is rolled neatly to his elbow and blank pants and leather shoes. The blazer fit perfectly on him that makes him so cool and smart.

"Yes, we meet again, Mr. Briggs..." she said stiffly.

"I think we should order first." Liane cut their conversation and a waiter went to them.

"I'll go for a Charboiled Kobe Filet and Kobe Strip Steak for my husband." Ingrid smiled upon hearing Liane ordered for Frank.

"Wagyu Sirloin for me," Clifford ordered.

"and you Miss Ingrid...?" the waiter enquire her politely. The waiter was mesmerized by Ingrid that he just stared at her.

"Uhmm I'll go for Fullblood Wagyu Tenderloin..." she looked at the waiter and she gave her a smile. The waiter blushed.

"Will that be all, Miss?" still the waiter lingered. Clifford frowned and interrupted

"Well for the wine, we'll go for Merlot. That will be all, thanks!" Clifford added hinting the waiter to go away.

"ahh yes, of course, if you will excuse me," the waiter hurried off.

"So, let's go back to where we end our conversation, where did you two meet?" Frank asked nonchalantly half-grinning.

"He's Mr. Briggs's son, my future boss." She said bluntly.

"Oh." Liane covered her mouth due to astonishment. "Really?! That's lovely..." she slightly shrieks and touched the arm of his husband and squeezed it again.

"Cut it Liane." She stared sharply at her bestfriend.

"What? I didn't say anything sis? Why are you blus.h.i.+ng..." she teased. Ingrid just rolled her eyes in response.

"What's wrong with Liane's word Miss Howard?" Clifford interrupted.

"Excuse me?!" seeing her indignant face makes Clifford smile.

'She seems to be very defensive indeed. She always thinks in advance.' He observed.

"I mean, there's nothing wrong with what she says that we will be working together soon, right?" Clifford put stressed on the word 'together'.

"I know right, Cliff? What are you thinking by the way sis?" and she let out a giggle. She seems to be in a hotseat.

"Huh?"

"The foods are coming, I am famished." Frank barge in sensing that Ingrid is somewhat irritated. Both Clifford and Ingrid became quiet while the couple stared at each other meaningfully.

"Bon appét.i.t..."

They ate without a sound, and the couple were silently communicating how to set them up. When suddenly Liane thought of something.

"If you will excuse me, I need to use the rest room," and Liane stood up.

However, Liane did not go to the restroom instead she talked to the manager and arranged some things; her ideas pop up like fireworks which excite her all the more.

"Please manager, don't ever, ever tell it to anyone that I have planned it, okay?"

"Rest a.s.sured, Mrs. Surey, no one will know." He smiled politely and he acts as if zipping his mouth.