She just hadn't expected Morgan Joyce to be so handsome. She was captivated the moment she saw him.
"Hello, Mr. Joyce. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Wanda Miller extended her fair, delicate hand, her eyes holding a bewitching smile as she gazed at Morgan Joyce.
An icy mask settled over Morgan Joyce's handsome, aloof face. He simply replied, "Hello," and paid her no further attention.
Wanda Miller awkwardly pulled back her hand, which had been left hanging in mid-air. A faint smile remained on her pretty face as she said, "I've seen your interview on the financial news, Mr. Joyce. I just never imagined you'd be a friend of my cousin's."
Morgan Joyce ignored her completely, picking up an orange from the coffee table. His long, well-defined fingers began to gently peel the skin, paying her no mind whatsoever.
Zachary Redgrave struggled to hold back his laughter. 'She's laying on the charm, and he's just giving her the cold shoulder. This is really something else...'
