Floyd persuaded Nicole earnestly.

“It’s just a meal. I won’t be able to explain it to Hamilton’s father if you don’t invite Hamilton over.”

Nicole pursed her lips and felt helpless.

“Fine, I’ll bring him back for lunch.”

Floyd was delighted. “Okay. I’ll ask Mr. Anderson to prepare more food!”

Nicole hung up the phone, smiled, and shook her head.

She called Hamilton, who picked up the call. “President, do you need me to work on the weekend?”

“No. My dad wants to invite you over for a meal.