Lucas deliberately let the resume from the interview slip slightly, revealing Hannah's name.
Beauty jolted in realization, then immediately forced a smile.
"Oh, Mr. Marson, I was just joking earlier.
I'll go wash the cherries for myself.
You and Director Nathalie can take your time chatting."
With that, she hurried off to rinse the cherries, exhaling a long, relieved breath.
Lucas was as cunning as they came—that little move had clearly been a warning.
He was holding her friend's fate in his hands, and whether Hannah stayed or left was entirely up to her now.
If Hannah ever found out she'd sabotaged her interview, she'd probably offer Beauty's head to the heavens as tribute!
"Did you really mean what you said just now?
That my matters are always important to you?"
Nathalie's heart fluttered, her cheeks flushing as red as ripe tomatoes.
Lucas paused for a fraction of a second.
