The old waiter pushed open the door to the private room, respectfully standing at the entrance.
Behind him, Clara Sanders' tall figure quickly walked towards Collins Aiden.
"Mr. Aiden..." Clara's face, clearly made up, showed a hint of joy as she saw Collins sitting alone in the private room waiting for her.
With just the two of them, it meant that whatever they said or did would be very convenient.
Clara knew that her only chance to turn her situation around was to secure Collins' trust. Without waiting for him to speak, she took the initiative to sit down next to him.
As she looked at his handsome yet cold face, she pinched her thigh hard, causing her eyes to turn red in an instant.
"I thought, Mr. Aiden, that you were mad at me and wouldn't see me again."
"..." Collins glanced at her, his eyes reflecting a deep glint as he observed her over-the-top acting.
Immersed in her beautiful fantasy, Clara didn't notice the peculiarity at all.
She was still putting on a show.
