Kevan had put in a lot of effort to arrange this so-called romantic dinner. However, the atmosphere became increasingly awkward as they finished their dinner.

After the waiter cleared away their plates, Kevan asked, "Would you like to stay a while longer?"

"No, I'm a little tired. I think I'll go home and sleep," Larissa chuckled. To support her excuse, she covered her mouth and yawned.

At the same time, Kevan's phone vibrated. It was a text from his assistant, who had been waiting for him in the cold breeze for an hour. The message read, "Mr. Rogers, when do you need us to release the fireworks?"

Larissa had already stood up and was ready to leave.

Kevan pursed his lips and quickly replied, "Cancel it. You can deal with them."

"How should I deal with them?" His assistant replied instantly.

Why did he ask him about such an insignificant matter? Irritated, Kevan typed, "I don't care."

At that moment, he made a decision that he would get a new assistant tomorrow.

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