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.

at Ethan. She had to admit, he did look particularly handsome that night. Dressed in a long black coat over a fitted turtleneck, his

an air of quiet restraint, cold and distant like freshly fallen snow. And with his wire-rimmed glasses subtly concealing his sharp gaze, the chill in his eyes only made

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

in thought, she didn't even notice Ethan looking at her until their eyes met, and he curved his lips into a gentle smile. It was so warm, so unexpectedly soft, that for a moment, she forgot to

time they stepped into the private dining room, it

the center of the table was built like a tank-easily over six feet

his frame. Think

sharp features, and an

barely restrained agg

He

like he belonged in a

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

handshake but forced a polite smile. "Mr. Frye, you flatter me. I'm just a new director, and this is my first

you need, just let us know-we've got your back! Now, let me introduce you to everyone." With a cigar tucked between his fingers, he led her around the

Wilson

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