"Got it." Lucas Lin clenched his fists.
He felt like he was about to lose his mind.
He knew he shouldn't do it, but he did it anyway.
Rona Muir had become his obsession—day and night, he wanted to possess her.
Rona Muir had just showered when her assistant called: "Ms. Muir, we've arrived near the venue and already got tomorrow's entry passes."
"Alright, find a place to rest for now. I'll come meet you directly tomorrow," Rona Muir said. "Thank you for your hard work this time."
"Of course." The assistant sensibly hung up the phone.
Everyone knew that Ms. Muir was traveling with Mr. Henry Hirayama this time, so they wouldn't dare be third wheels.
It's rare for Ms. Muir and her husband to go out together, so as subordinates, they knew to be discreet!
So they just waited for Ms. Muir's instructions at all times.
Amy was right—Rona Muir was never someone who could be fooled by a few words.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been a CEO for so many years.
That’s why Amy threw herself into the mix, covering for Lucas Lin.
This convinced Rona Muir that Lucas Lin’s attentiveness was for Amy’s sake, not something else.
After all, no one goes out of their way for nothing—there’s always an ulterior motive.
That evening, Amy came over and knocked, inviting Rona Muir and Jiro Hirayama to dinner.
Rona Muir and Jiro Hirayama wore matching casual outfits and left the room hand in hand.
Seeing them holding hands, Amy and Lucas Lin’s eyes both dimmed for a moment before they covered it up. "The hotel offers dinner in the restaurant or on the rooftop—where would you like to eat?"
Jiro Hirayama glanced at Rona Muir; he didn’t care where they ate, as long as she liked it.
Rona Muir thought for a moment and said, "Let’s go to the rooftop. I just saw the rooftop restaurant is open-air—dining while enjoying the view sounds nice."