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.

but had no choice but to look up at Ethan. She had to admit, he did look particularly handsome that night. Dressed in a long black coat over a fitted turtleneck, his outfit was simple

wire-rimmed glasses subtly concealing his sharp gaze, the chill in his eyes

younger, back at 18

eyes met, and he curved his lips into a gentle smile. It was so warm, so unexpectedly soft, that for

dining room, it was exactly 8:00 pm. Everyone was

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

as his

features, and an

barely restrained agg

He

like he belonged in

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

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 much I

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

here is Charles Wilson from the

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