In the evening, Noah received a message from Natalie. As he read it, his brows furrowed.
"Mr. Harper, there's a message from Ms. Natalie," Noah informed him cautiously.
"You don't have to tell me. Just schedule it like any other outside meeting," Justin responded, not looking up from his work.
"There's something more, Mr. Harper," Noah added hesitantly. "A few instructions from her before you meet her grandfather on how you should present yourself."
Justin raised a brow. He knew there was nothing lacking in the way he carried himself—everything about him was meticulously perfect. But this woman dared to doubt him. Wasn't she the one who couldn't seem to take her eyes off him whenever they met, as if she had never seen a man as handsome and perfect as him?
