Chapter 117

Sylvia was amused by Poppy.

She darted at Franklin and said to Poppy, "Let's go."

Franklin felt that Sylvia had stopped loving him. She even preferred

Poppy more than him as she accepted Poppy's invitation.

On the contrary, Sylvia always rejected him.

Franklin said to the other two men, "Thank you for your help today, Mr.

Carrillo, Mr. Mckee. I would like to invite you to join us for lunch.”

Mr. Carrillo replied with a smile, "We need a reservation before going to

Royal Galaxy, right?"

"Mr. Carrillo, Sylvia will go with us. Don't worry. We will have a table for

sure," Poppy chimed in. Then she looked at Sylvia in admiration.

"Right, Sylvia?"

James once told her that Sylvia told them not to make a reservation

before going to Royal Galaxy as she had privileges there. Poppy

wondered if it worked.

Sylvia beamed at others. "It's my honor to have lunch with you, Mr.

Carrillo, Mr. Mckee. Shall we go now?"

Franklin, however, furrowed his brows, wondering about the

relationship between Sylvia and the owner of Royal Galaxy Restaurant.

'Is the restaurant owner one of her pursuers?'

The thought drove him to go crazy. Instantly, Franklin wished to beat

the restaurant owner up and bomb the restaurant.

They left Tulip Town.

For the first time, Franklin felt his younger sister was an obstacle.

Poppy even invited Sylvia to sit in her Porsche. When Sylvia got in,

Poppy looked attentive and excited, and her smile reminded Franklin of

a Samoyed dog. He had also seen such a kind of expression on the

Kennedy brothers before.

Franklin wondered if his sister was lesbian.

He was alert against Logan and the Kennedy brothers, but now he also

seemed to guard against his younger sister.

Franklin's face darkened. Sitting in the Bentley, he seethed with rage.

He was proud of his Bentley Arnage 728, which cost several million

dollars. It had the most high-end design and features, including leather

seats and interior decoration.

Moreover, there was a DVD system with a 24-inch LED screen and a

stereo system. The back compartment could be used as a private

mobile theater.

He wanted to impress Sylvia with it, but she had chosen to take

Poppy's Porsche 911.

Franklin was so riled up.

Gritting his teeth, he stared daggers at the red Porsche in front of his

car.

When they pulled up to the entrance of Royal Galaxy Restaurant,

several ushers came over to help them park the cars.

Once they got off, they saw James, Romeo, and Paul waiting at the

door.

Franklin looked sullen, wondering why the three got together. They

seemed to be waiting for them.

The next second, James, whose head was bandaged, scooted over

with a flattering smile. "Hey, Sylvia. I've been waiting for you for a long

time."

Then he bowed, nodded at Sylvia, reached his arm, and pushed the

restaurant door open. "Hurry. Get in. It's too hot outside.”

Romeo was annoyed and pushed him away. Then he showed Sylvia

the way. "My goddess, dishes in Royal Galaxy are all delicious. The

lunch is on my brother."

"Miss Andrews, I hope you'll enjoy the food. Romeo told me you'd

saved him in the nightclub a few days ago. I must treat you to lunch to

thank you. I'll also treat you to dinner, breakfast, and midnight supper.

Every day..."

Paul winked at Sylvia, wearing a smile that he thought could make him

look handsome. "I'd love to be in charge of your meals all your life.”

Romeo and he went to visit James in the hospital. However, James

received Poppy's message earlier. She told him they were going to

have lunch in Royal Galaxy Restaurant.

The three young men went to the restaurant immediately.

James even felt much better.

Weirdly, Romeo and James were foes before, but they became Sylvia's

fans. Although they still argued from time to time, they stopped fighting

violently.

"Paul Kennedy, stop being so stupid,” Sylvia snapped and cast him an

impatient glance.

Holding the hemline of her traditional dress, she entered the restaurant

lobby.

Poppy hurriedly followed her. "Slow down, Sylvia. Wait for us."

Paul greeted Mr. Carrillo and Mr. Mckee.

The two influential men from Vista University were inquisitive about

Sylvia's background.

She looked pretty with an excellent temperament.

Poppy seemed to be close to her, and Paul fawned over her.

When Franklin contacted them, they thought something terrible had

happened. However, Franklin only asked them to defend the young

woman named Sylvia.

When Sylvia talked to Paul, she sounded like Paul was just her errand

boy, and Paul didn't become angry. Instead, he looked joyful.

Mr. Carrillo and Mr. Mckee exchanged glances in confusion.

They had to admit that they were too old to understand the youngsters.

The three young men and Poppy chitchatted with Sylvia, laughing from

time to time. Sylvia leaned slightly toward them, her eyes glimmering.

Seemingly she focused on their conversation.

Suddenly, Franklin wanted to seize her wrist. However, she raised her

hand quickly to dodge his hand.

Franklin pressed his lips together with his hand in mid-air, gazing at

Sylvia without blinking.

Anger surged in his eyes, which almost sparked the angry flames.

“Why is she so interested in the conversation of those kids? Why did

she dodge my touch?"

The irritation gathered in his eyes.

The first-floor lobby of the restaurant was filled with tension. Even the

waiters and waitresses felt terrified.

However, Paul was the exception. He raised his eyebrows triumphantly.

Sylvia didn't treat Franklin better because of his gorgeous face.

Watching the scene, Paul felt less depressed after Sylvia refused him.

As long as Franklin suffered, he would be delighted.

Sylvia went to the front desk.

Before she spoke, the lobby manager excitedly greeted her, "Good day,

Miss Andrews. You look wonderful today. I thought I'd seen a celestial

being from a painting."

"Oh, save it." Sylvia curled up her lips into a faint smile. "Please get us

a table. They are all my friends."

"Sure. I'll arrange it for you now." The lobby manager nodded at her

respectfully. Then he trotted out of the front desk and started to inform

his subordinates.

"Miss Andrews is here."

"Tell the kitchen Miss Andrews is here. Prepare all her favorite dishes

and ice cream. She brought her friends here. Make sure to serve them

well."

A few minutes later, the lobby manager personally led them to a round

table.

“This is your table, Miss Andrew.”

"Mr. Carrillo, Mr. Mckee, please take a seat." Sylvia smiled at the two

mid-aged men. "Let's sit down."