"I'd like to see Ian Frost, please," the woman said with an air of confidence, her striking features drawing the receptionist's attention.
The receptionist looked up at the beautiful stranger and offered a warm smile. "Of course, ma'am. May I inquire if you have an appointment?"
"No appointment, but he will see me. Just tell him it's Erica," she replied, a subtle smirk playing on her lips.
"Mr. Frost hasn't arrived yet, Miss Erica. If you don't mind waiting, I can give him a call..."
The woman shrugged casually, gesturing for the receptionist to proceed. As she settled into a chair, her flowing auburn hair framed a face adorned with an air of mystery, complemented by sharp, emerald-green eyes, seemed to catch the attention of every passerby.
The receptionist quickly tried calling Isabella, hoping to ask her about Ian's schedule but before she could, do so, Ian Frost himself walked in, followed by Isabella herself.