CHAPTER 298: CHAPTER 294 IMAGE COMPLETELY LOST (3)

"Miss Smith." A somewhat familiar voice sounded behind Sophie Smith, who reflexively turned her head.

Oliver Johnson approached her, accompanied by Sunny.

"Mr. Johnson." Sophie hurriedly put away her wild attitude towards Eva Miller and greeted Oliver Johnson politely and courteously.

"What were you two talking about just now? You seemed so engrossed." Sunny asked from the side.

"Oh, nothing." Before Eva could speak, Sophie answered quickly, fearing that Eva might reveal some "shocking" words.

Oliver Johnson actually felt a little disappointed. From a distance, he had clearly seen her being casual and graceful, but as he approached, she quickly put away her natural demeanor.

They chatted for a long time in the lounge, but unfortunately, he never saw her relaxed demeanor again.

Later, Oliver Johnson had matters to attend to and left first with Sunny.

"Sophie, what should I do? I think I’ve fallen in love with that man!" Eva pretended to look distressed, "He’s really handsome!"

"Are you talking about Oliver Johnson?" Sophie asked casually.

"Of course."

"..." Sophie was speechless, not daring to believe what Eva said, "Put away that infatuated look and stop being so fickle."

"I’m not fickle; I just like him."

Sophie knew Eva’s nature well. Whenever Eva saw a handsome guy, she’d wish she could strip him and jump into bed with him.

"In any case, Mr. Johnson isn’t someone easy to handle. You’d better keep those little thoughts to yourself," Sophie advised seriously.

"Why should I? You’ve managed to win over President Land, so maybe I can win him over too."

"..."

Sophie stopped talking. It seemed like Eva was determined.

...

In the evening, Eva and Sophie walked out of the company together, intending to find a place to have dinner. As luck would have it, they ran into Oliver Johnson on the way.

"Brother Johnson, you haven’t eaten yet, right? Come join us."

Damned Eva didn’t even ask for Sophie’s opinion and ran over to Oliver Johnson’s car to knock on the window, calling him Brother Johnson so familiarly?

Oliver Johnson rolled down the window and glanced at Sophie behind Eva, clearly noting the reluctance in her eyes.

"Sure, I know a restaurant nearby with good food. Hop in, and I’ll take you there."

"Okay." Eva nodded eagerly, unceremoniously opened the car door, and got in.

"Sophie, why are you still standing there? Come on in!" Eva called to her.

Oliver Johnson’s gaze fell on her, with a small smile at the corner of his mouth.

There was no choice. Even if she wasn’t very keen on having dinner with Oliver Johnson, she still got in.

"Do you prefer Western or Chinese cuisine?" Oliver Johnson considerately asked them about their preferences.

Sophie was about to say Chinese cuisine, but Eva’s voice chimed in ahead of her.

"Having dinner with Brother Johnson is an honor in itself, so it doesn’t matter what we eat."

Sophie looked helplessly at the sycophant-like Eva, almost wanting to say, "Why don’t you go eat shit?"

"Miss Smith, what about you?"

Fortunately, Oliver Johnson was quite democratic and humane, asking for her opinion.