Sweet Subterfuge

Everyone looked over–Kevan included. The moment his gaze landed on her, his eyes widened slightly in surprise. But soon, he calmly let out a faint smile.

Larissa ignored his gesture of goodwill and quickly averted her gaze to the producer next to him.

“Hello, Mr. Hart!” She went over and held out her hand toward him,

Zack Hart knew her. When the production crew of “Time of Childhood” first came to the hotel Larissa had personally gone to meet with him. “Ms. Seymour, hit He stood up and shook her hand.

Their joined hands just happened to be in front of Kevan’s eyes. He pressed his lips together for a couple of seconds as he forced down his displeasure and raised an eyebrow before asking. “Ms. Seymour?”

Zack quickly introduced her to him. “This is Ms. Seymour, the general manager of the Winston Hotel.”

Kevan rose up gracefully and intercepted Larissa’s hand, his eyes slightly narrowed with a teasing hint in them, “Hello, Ms. Seymour.”

His ever–cold hand caused Larissa to shiver. She did her best to maintain her calmness as she replied in a low voice. “Hello, Mr. Rogers.”

Kevan’s lingers tightened around hers, His scorching gaze fixed on her, Kevan asked, “Ms. Seymour, you know who

politely. “Who wouldn’t know you, Mr.

the muttering coming over from

Is Microworks mysterious president that handsome? I thought he was

president of Microworks! This will probably be the only chance that we

said meaningfully, “I guess there are quite a few people who don’t

He let go of her hand and sat down again. Larissa clenched her hand into a fist as if she could still feel the residual temperature left behind by his

pulled a smile onto her face, thanks to her assistant manager’s cue, and

bottles of wine to help liven things up. I hope you won’t find it too blasé.” Larissa got a

She tipped the glass back and

crowd, the restaurant’s atmosphere was fired up

manager to stay behind for dinner, but Larissa naturally relused his offer firmly. “We still need to get

still a lot of work that she needed