Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

Chapter 38

Quinnlyn and Patricia exchanged glances in the back seat. They couldn't hear Mikayla's call, but her expression made it clear it wasn't a pleasant one. This is how it is with rich families; they thought. However, not being the ones to gossip, they remained silent for the rest of the ride.

The black car pulled up in front of the Prairie Hotel. Mikayla got out, regaining her composure. "Patricia, play it by ear later. When you see him, flatter him, but be tactful, she instructed.

They arrived at the reserved private room twenty minutes early. Mikayla had Quinnlyn confirm with the hotel staff that everything was ready They muted their phones and waited.

"Mr. Ziegler, welcome! Quinnlyn's voice called from outside the room, reaching Mikayla and Patricia inside.

Mikayla stood up and plastered an elegant smile.

"Mr. Ziegler, this way, please! Quinnlyn led Conrad Ziegler, a middle-aged man of medium build, into the private room.

he was aware of their intentions for this dinner. He had heard the latest gossip about Salvatore Group, his long-time business partner. Initially, he was skeptical. He didn't think women should be in business meetings, especially someone like Mikayla, who came from a rich family. 'Shouldn't she be gardening or doing something domestic? Could the rumors be true that Jorge wants

table caught his eye. Although Conrad was the top authority at Northill Factory, it was the first time he felt respected as such. Usually, wealthy

the head of the table

someone bom with a silver spoon could be

look like him?" Mikayla answered, already knowing what Conrad was thinking. That was her goal all along. From the moment Conrad entered the room, she had anticipated his every move. "You do! You definitely are Mr. Jorge Salvatore's daughter. The

of top-shelf whiskey, sat beside

called out

Conrad was taken aback by the sudden appearance of a beautiful woman beside him, but quickly caught on. His eyes widened when he saw the bottle

Mikayla noticed Conrad was somewhat complacent from

and then put it down, "Alas! I can't make