Chapter 30

Chapter 30

In the restaurant, the group started by raising their glasses to Aurelia, toasting her promotion. After that, they chatted for at

little while.

During the conversation, it was mostly Selene and Aurelia who were talking excitedly, with Selene treating Ronny like an old friend. She wasn’t shy about venting her frustrations with Linda, almost as if she were enjoying a sense of triumph

“Ronny, you can’t tell anyone about this, okay? I still need to work under her,” Selene whispered conspiratorially.

“Don’t worry. I haven’t heard a thing.” Ronny replied with a smile, playing the role of waiter.

He would occasionally join in the conversation, but mostly focused on cutting the steaks. With a fork in one hand and a knife in the other, his movements were precise and graceful.

“Director Finch, here’s your sirloin steak. Be careful, it’s hot,” Ronny said.

“Thanks, Mr. Downs. You’re so thoughtful!” Aurelia took the plate with both hands, clearly appreciative.

“I can do it myself, Joycelyn said, not used to being fussed over like that. She politely declined when Ronny tried to take her steak away.

“It’s really no trouble, the steak is too hot. You don’t want to burn yourself,” Ronny insisted.

“It’s fine, he just loves cutting steak for people. This pasta is really good too. You should try it,” Selene said, pointing to a small dish of pasta.

Joycelyn couldn’t argue with Selene, so she reluctantly put down her knife and fork. “Thanks, Mr. Downs.”

“It’s nothing,” Ronny replied with a gentle smile.

Joycelyn glanced over at Aurelia’s plate, where the steak had been sliced with absolute precision–each cut neat and perfec It was clear that Ronny wasn’t just careful, he was also a bit of a perfectionist.

Ronny’s movements were elegant. He started from the left side of the steak, cutting from the outside in. He fixed the steak with his fork, then sliced off a perfect bite–sized piece with his knife. Every cut was so precise it looked almost artistic.

“All done,” Ronny said, sliding the plate of steak toward Joycelyn.

the plate when suddenly, she felt a sharp, intense gaze fixed on

locked with a pair of

poured in through the large windows, outlining his

light. His eyes, calm but unwavering, carried a chilling intensity that made

as inconspicuous as possible. She thought, ‘Please don’t notice me,

course, Ellison walked straight

black trousers perfectly fitted around his long legs,

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had been racing in her chest,

respectfully as he approached. Aurelia and the others all

Selene both

up, saw Ellison, and also stood, offering a polite greeting. “Mr.

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place, remained seated, her entire body tense. Her mind was spinning, and all she could hear was the

table full of

you’ve gotten even more handsome since the last time I saw you!” Selene, the little fangirl, couldn’t help herself,

would you mind if I joined you?” Ellison asked smoothly, his

caught off guard. She quickly glanced over

being the more composed one, and Ronny, with his gentle manner,

ever so attentive, brought over a chair and placed it behind

down gracefully, his deep, cold gaze settling on Joycelyn. “The

to glance at Ellison seated beside her. His face was as cold as always, his expression unreadable, but her heart was racing, almost leaping

came out a little muffled, too nervous to sound

Grant prefer to eat?” Ronny asked

that’s already cut looks good,” Ellison replied, his gaze never leaving Joycelyn’s tense face. His eyes darkende, as though he was scrutinizing her every move.

feel his gaze like a weight pressing on her. It was clear from the beginning he wasn’t

ease the tension. “If Mr. Grant doesn’t mind, you can go ahead.” She slowly pushed the steaming,

“You go

steak for you, Ronny said, placing a fresh fork next to Ellison’s plate. then looking back at Joycelyn.

did you injure your hand? Can’t cut the steak?” Ellison’s voice was still as cold as ever, but it carried a tone of superiority, like

denied, shaking her

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