Rosalind Lowell nodded. She had been a little hungry, but after drinking some tea in the restroom, she felt a bit full.
Alaric Davenport stood up, and Rosalind Lowell stood up as well.
"Young Mr. Morrison, excuse us, we're heading out now."
Skylar Morrison nodded. "All right, I'm leaving too. I just got out of the hospital, so I can't drink anyway. When I get back, I'll send you some information on potential partners, but it would be best if you handled the negotiations yourself."
Rosalind Lowell nodded. "Okay, thank you. You've already helped me so much. I can handle the rest on my own."
Don Lowell looked at the three of them and complained, "Hey, you're all leaving just like that? And you call yourselves friends? Jessica isn't even back yet."
"Men in love are so annoying." Skylar Morrison elegantly flicked Don Lowell on the head. "Isn't giving you two some private time a good thing? Besides, it's my treat. Just tell the waiter to put it on my tab."
