Although the two had only met twice, Amelia posted on social media almost daily, and L had never seen her wear the same outfit twice.


    Amelia''s face lit up at the question. "I haven''t been back in the country long, and I''m not very familiar with Northridge. Why don''t you rmend a ce?"


    "Any dietary restrictions?"


    "Just no spicy food. I can''t handle it."


    Thisment reminded L of how Jamie had once tried to help her out, iming


    to love spicy food. Yet, halfway through the meal, she was tearing up from the spiciness.


    It was quite endearing.


    A soft smile formed on L''s face unconsciously.


    After wrapping up these next few days, she nned to visit the set and check in on them. Since they were about to finish filming, she would treat the entire crew to some drinks. Not only did she want to build connections, but she also wanted to thank them for all their hard work.


    Amelia noticed the sudden warmth in her expression and figured she must be thinking about someone. A boyfriend, perhaps?


    She wanted to ask but decided it would be inappropriate to pry into someone else''s personal matters.


    L took Amelia to the South Street Restaurant she and Nicole went to.


    After dinner, L dropped Amelia off at Joyce Group and then drove to Magi Pictures.


    No sooner had L left than Amelia received a message from Dorian, inviting her to dinner that evening.


    Looking at the message, Amelia paused for a moment before replying, "Sure."


    At 6:00 pm, Dorian arrived early to pick her up at Joyce Group.


    By 6:30 pm, there was still no sign of hering out of the building.


    A trace of impatience crept onto Dorian''s face.


    He felt she was looking down on him, as she was treating their arrangement with such disregard and showing upte on a whim.


    Or perhaps it was her innate sense of superiority and that she had long ustomed to not taking others seriously that she was doing this.


    Running out of patience, he was about to call her when Amelia finally appeared.


    Dorian stepped out of the car, and she quickened her pace. "Sorry, ast-minute meeting came up, and I didn''t have time to let you know."


    Dorian stared at her, noting that her apology seemed genuine.


    Dorian looked down and responded gentlemanly, "I''m not in a rush."


    He then opened the car door for her. Once Dorian got to the driver''s seat and started the car, Amelia nced over at him.


    A faint smile yed on her lips. "L took me to a restaurant this afternoon. I thought it was pretty good. How about we go thereter and try some of their other dishes?"


    Dorian tightened his grip on the steering wheel.


    On the surface, however, he acted calm. "Sure."


    After driving for a while, he asked, """"Has Joyce Group finalized the coboration with L?"


    "Owen said she did quite well. You saw it yourself."


    Amelia seemed to suddenly remember something. "Oh, right. You and L knew each other before, right? Are you not on good terms? I can sense you don''t like her."


    Dorian frowned slightly, instinctively wanting to refute. It wasn''t that he didn''t like L. She was just too


    willful and always unreasonable t


    giving him headaches constantly. Ignoring her was simply his way of tempering her behavior.


    But realizing that the person sitting next to him was the heiress of Joyce Group,


    he swallowed those words.


    He recalled Margaret''s advice, which wasn''t entirely without merit.


    If he could win over Amelia, his status would soar, giving him greater deverage and more control over L. At that thought, Dorian smiled faintly, exuding no trace of malice.


    "Amelia, you''re very pure-hearted. But when ites to making


    friends you can''t rely solely on your feelings. You also have to consider


    whether the other person is truly


    worthy of being your friend."