Everyone gathered at the french restaurant In the White Hotel in no time. Young service staff brought the menus once everyone was seated. Noah gave Greg a meaningful glance the moment James pick up a menu. Moments later. "Hey James, why don't you order for us?" Greg said with a fake smile," didn't Noah say earlier that we should order whatever we want with no expenses spared?" "Me?" James asked, putting down his glass of water. "Yes, you," said Noah, looking at everyone, "you see, you are the only one among us working in the food Industry. Of course, you are the expert and we trust you to place the order for us." "Hahaha..." The crowd burst into laughter, hearing Noah's words. Ava knew that Noah was deliberately making things difficult for James. So, she quickly speaks up to help James out of the predicament, "How about this? Why don't I order the food?" "Oh, Ava," Greg cut in again to say, "Are you worried that your husband won't understand the words?" "Of course, they don't
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