Chapter 115


George's driving skills were nothing short of impressive. What was supposed to be a 40-minute drive only took him about 25 minutes, and they made it just in time.

Josephine had assumed the Boathouse was just a regular restaurant, but when the car came to a stop, she found herself by a riverbank instead. It turned out the Boathouse was a floating restaurant.

As they walked across the narrow bridge leading to the entrance, they instantly became the center of attention.

"He's so handsome!"

"Seriously, I've never seen anyone this good-looking in real life. God, the people around him must be so lucky!"

"Is that his secretary? If I could be his secretary, I'd work for free. No-I'd pay him just for the chance!"

Josephine nearly choked. She was his boss! But of course, none of that mattered when one had a face like Ethan's.

particularly handsome that night. Dressed in a long black coat over a

of quiet restraint, cold and distant like freshly fallen snow. And with his wire-rimmed glasses subtly

minds over him. If she were a few years younger, back at 18

a gentle smile. It was so warm, so unexpectedly soft, that for a moment, she forgot

the time they stepped into the private dining room, it was exactly 8:00

of the table was built like a tank-easily over six feet tall, well over two hundred pounds,

as his

sharp features, and an air

barely restrained agg

He

he belonged in

man was Matthew Frye. He walked up to Josephine and shook her hand politely. "I've heard so much about you,

I'm just a new director, and this is my first time back to further my career in my home country. There's still so much I don't

know-we've got your back! Now, let me introduce you to everyone." With a cigar

Charles Wilson

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