Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

Chapter 5

The following evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Natalie gracefully entered the River View Hall that Samuel had told her about. She was in a light aquamarine gown, her high heels clicking rhythmically on the marble floor as she sashayed through the door.

She paused at the threshold and casually swept over the crowd. She soon spotted Joseph, the General Manager of Samuel’s company, signaling her with a wave. Approaching him with an apologetic smile, she said, “Sorry, I’m late. Joseph. Traffic was a beast.”

Joseph waved off her apology with a chuckle as Samuel had asked him to play host to Natalie.

Turning to the man beside him, Joseph introduced, “Mr. Foster, this is Miss Natalie Wright. freshly returned from abroad as of yesterday.”

Shawn Foster, a man in his early thirties who had carved out a name for himself in Streamville thanks to the influence of the Foster family despite his age, gave Natalie a once–over. His initial annoyance at her tardiness vanished when he took in her features.

extended her hand casually. “Pleased to

collaboration project. The Wright family wasn’t on par with the Foster family, so what this so–called ‘meet–cute‘ meant was clear to all parties

quite different from years before. She became more elegant,

a slight smile, eyeing the hand she offered with an unreadable expression and deliberately not touching it.

of recognition. She recalled encountering him at a dinner hosted by the Howard family. Audrey had taken her there, and he had asked her to dance, but Natalie had refused. It wasn’t out of arrogance, but she preferred to keep her

for any embarrassment.” Natalie said, taking two glasses of wine from a passing server and handing one to him. “Consider this drink a small token of my apology.” With that, she tilted her head back and downed the crimson liquid in her glass

of her drinking somehow alluring, her slender neck, her delicate jawline. No wonder Brian had failed to refuse

finishing her drink, Natalie offered him a

cheeks, Shawn Foster said scornfully. “The

financial scandal break last night. Tell me, who would

glass of wine can make me want to bail