Game Over No Second Chances novel Chapter 258

The restaurant was filled with the gentle melody of a piano and the rich aroma of fine cuisine.

Serena set down her knife and fork, feeling pleasantly full. A faint smile played on her lips.

"If you hadn't shown up in time, who knows how long my dad would've kept me there? Thanks," she said.

"Next time, just call me right away," Hugh replied.

He casually wiped the corner of his mouth, his gaze meeting Serena's under the restaurant’s warm, ambient glow. A faint smile played on his lips.

If he could, he would have loved to have dinner with her like this every day. But moments like this were always fleeting.

With the Larson family's charity gala approaching, calls from Larson Group kept coming in, each one pressing for more details.

Hugh had answered twice, his expression growing darker with each call.

"If you need my approval for every minor decision, why do I even keep you around?"

"But, Mr. Larson Senior emphasized how important this charity gala is for you… We just don't want to make any mistakes."

The voice on the other end was cautious, barely above a whisper, but Serena heard every word.

She had a pretty good idea why Hugh was so tied up. Calvin had emphasized the importance of the charity gala to him. While it added to his workload, she knew this was Calvin's way of showing he cared—about both of them.

With that thought, she spoke up. "Grandpa just wants the best for us. He's making sure nothing goes wrong with the announcement. We're almost done here—how about I head back to the office with you?"

Her words seemed to ease Hugh's mood a little.

"I'll be right back," he said.

The person on the other end exhaled in relief. Serena had just spared them from Hugh's growing impatience.

As they stood to leave, a familiar voice called out. "Mr. Larson, what a coincidence..."

Yet Zach's gaze remained fixed on Serena as he calmly stated, "Foster Group has a new R&D project and hopes to secure chip support from Larson Group."

"I still need to return to the office to take care of some things. Work-related matters can be scheduled for a meeting, but personal issues won't be addressed," Hugh said.

Without sparing Zach a glance, he extended a hand toward Serena. "I'll take you home."

She hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering to his hand. He was clearly overwhelmed with work, and there was no need for him to feign such affection.

But when she looked up, she met Hugh's steady, unwavering gaze. Almost instinctively, she placed her hand in his.

Zach observed the exchange, irritation flashing across his face. Without thinking, he blurted out, "If you're so busy, Mr. Larson, why not let me take Serena home? You've got enough on your plate."

Hugh's grip on Serena's hand tightened slightly. His cold gaze shifted toward Zach.

"No matter how packed my schedule is, I always have time to take her to dinner and see her home. Compared to her, business is insignificant. So, Mr. Foster, you can save yourself the trouble."