"Miss Weaver is worried that last night's situation might happen again?"
Before Isabella Weaver could speak, the person on the other end of the phone started coughing again.
She gently frowned. This president seemed to be very, very ill. Since he was so sick, why did he insist on seeing her?
"Miss Weaver, rest assured, nothing like that will happen again. I just hope to meet you. Even if you don't want to work at Moonlight, that's okay."
The president's tone was extremely sincere, and Isabella Weaver even felt he was pleading.
For some reason, her heart ached for a moment.
"Alright, I'll meet you then. Please... please take care of your health."
"Great! How about meeting at the Royalton Club at six tonight? Is that convenient for Miss Weaver?"
"Yes, it is."
"Then let's settle it. Miss Weaver, you must come!"
"Yes, don't worry, I'll be there on time."
After hanging up the phone, Isabella Weaver couldn't return to her senses for a long time. This president was truly strange!
