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.

no choice but to look up at Ethan. She had to admit, he did look particularly handsome that night. Dressed in a long black

cold and distant like freshly fallen snow. And with his wire-rimmed glasses subtly concealing his sharp

girls were losing their minds over him. If she were a few years younger, back at 18 or 19, she'd probably be just as smitten. After all, she had always

It was so warm, so unexpectedly soft, that for a moment, she forgot to keep her distance. That fleeting warmth pulled her in, just

private dining room, it was exactly

tank-easily over six feet tall, well over two hundred pounds, and carrying a face

his frame. Think

sharp features, and

barely restrained agg

He

he belonged

Matthew Frye. He walked up to Josephine and shook

at the strength of his handshake but forced a polite smile. "Mr. Frye, you flatter me. 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

family. Whatever you need, just let us know-we've got your back! Now, let me introduce you to everyone." With a cigar tucked between

here is Charles Wilson from the

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