Chapter 7

A lavish hotel breakfast buffet was spread out before me.

Infuriating. How dare Samuel confront me? He was the one who brought that college girl to the company, yet he had the nerve to question my chance encounter with Ryan!

I shoved a buttery croissant into my mouth, chewing with furious determination.

Just as I reached for a chocolate-filled bread, a plate appeared across from mine.

Samuel had followed me.

"Julia, we need to talk," he said.

He gracefully picked up a fork and knife to cut into steamed ravioli.

The sight was almost surreal—who would eat ravioli with cutlery?