Tension brewed around the extravagant and glamorous room. The waiters and waitresses were glad that they could leave, or else they might go insane or choke on the menacing air that the two most powerful tycoons emitted.
The silence was cut off by a soft ring of a cellphone. Lillie opened her white purse, that her mother personally designed for her, and fished out her phone.
It was her lawyer calling so she answered it, intentionally letting Ethan hear her conversation.
"Yes?"
[Miss Bai, the documents of the contract are done. Would you like it to be delivered now or—?]
"Now." She said immediately.
[Yes ma'am, uhh. May I know where you are right now?]
"L'incarnation du Loisir.[1]" She said in fluent French. Ethan's pupils dilated as he tried to distract himself by shoving a piece of steak in his mouth.
'She sounds so sexy.' He shamelessly thought. 'I wish she could talk French to me all day, no matter even if it's an insult.'
