Emily smiled softly, her expression calm and deceptively innocent. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lucian, but you've already given me a reason to be bothered," she said, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.
Despite her gentle façade, fury churned beneath her chest. What does he think I am? A child? Or a fool who can't read the handwriting on the wall? she fumed inwardly, masking her irritation with practiced poise.
No matter how she looked at it, Lucian's motive for bringing her to this banquet couldn't be innocent—especially when he already had a fiancée.
She didn't even want to imagine the wild thoughts swirling through the guests' minds.
"Can we go in?" Lucian's voice sliced through her silence—smooth, low, and edged with authority. His brow arched slightly, daring her to refuse.
She caught the unspoken challenge in his tone and exhaled a quiet sigh. After all, she was just a low-level assistant and with her situation she couldn't afford to offend her boss.
