Suzanne Trent's brows and eyes were calm: "He offered, but I did not accept."
Olivia raised her eyebrows: "Oh, so you don't want to cut off contact."
Suzanne: "?"
"I'm not doing that, I didn't say that!"
Olivia chuckled: "Don't explain it to me. In my opinion, the prestigious CEO of the York-King Group, who many people in Philadelphia want to see but can't, treats you very differently. It's not exactly to say that he's at your beck and call, but if you send him a message, he'll find time to reply."
"Impossible."
"Suzanne, he likes you."
"...Impossible!"
"Your eyes just flickered a little. Are you sure you don't know?"
"I don't know, and it's absolutely impossible."
As she spoke, Suzanne couldn't help but recall the scene in the bathtub at the King Clan's old mansion that night, unable to shake it off.
But that was just because they were both drunk!
Not only did she drink that night, but the Old Master's vintage wine had a high degree!
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