Maria cast a secret glance towards Greta.

Greta had said that the person was an old friend of Maria. As it turned out, the ‘old friend’ was actually Greta's grandfather.

The Willows family wasn't a big one in Sheffield, and since they weren't in business, they weren't that rich, either. Rather, they were a literary family.

Greta was the chief editor of the popular novel website, Novel Hub. Her grandfather was the chairman of the Sheffield Writers’ Association, as well as one of three elders in charge of the National Writers’ Association.

Ignoring Maria's glance and holding back a smile, Greta turned around.

“Mr. Willows, are you going to mention that thing again?"

Maria casually sat down next to Curt, thinking about what she would order later.

"Well... Tell me, Clark and Denis. How are they both?"

There was an awkward look on Curt's face, and he seemed to struggle to change the topic.

“Well, I'm sure they'll live longer than you," Maria replied callously. Hearing this, Curt didn't get angry at all. Instead, he nodded. "Yes, you're probably right," he said.

“They are both wise people. An ordinary man like me can*t compare.”

Curt paused for a moment before continuing.

“Maria, you know I'm not in good health, and I'm only getting older. How about you take over my position... as the new chairman of the Sheffield Writers' Association?"

Maria's eyebrows raised as she expected this to come from Curt. Maria didn't even join the Writers’ Association, because she was afraid that Curt would keep urging her to take over his place.

“Are you not in good health?" Maria asked Curt casually. "If you're feeling uncomfortable, I can take your pulse. Or shall I take you to Clark and ask him for help?"

“No..." Curt replied awkwardly. "I don't want to bother Clark, and I won't bother you. I just caught a cold after staying up too late. As long as I retire, I will recover soon."

Curt's face reddened when he saw that Maria remained unmoved. It even ‘looked as though she wanted to Laugh.

In a low voice, he added, "Maria, you can either update the Female Military Counsellor every day, or come to the Writers’ Association to take over my place. In short, you must choose either one or the other, okay?"

Curt gave Maria his ultimatum.

Maria stared back with a blank expression. "I choose to update my novel every day.”

Not hearing the answer that he wanted to hear, Curt's face twitched. He was about to say something more in an attempt to persuade her, but

Maria quickly interjected, "I'm starving. Let's order now!"

But, unlike the others, Maria didn't order from the menu. Instead, she took out her phone and dialed a number.

Just a few minutes Later, Idris, the hotel chef, rushed into the room.