Beauty studied the thick stack of documents with utmost seriousness before calling the event planner specializing in luxury banquets.
By the time the call ended, over half an hour had passed.
She glanced up at Lucas, who was intently focused on his phone screen, his deep-set eyes slightly narrowed in concentration.
Clearing her throat, Beauty walked over and propped her chin on one hand, smiling at his profile.
"Reporting to the CEO—everything's settled.
Since past birthday parties were held at the villa, I suggested hosting this one on a yacht.
What do you think?
I'm sure Laura would love it."
Lucas nodded, brushing aside a lock of her shoulder-length hair.
"Since I entrusted this to you, it's your call.
Do whatever you think is best—I have no objections."
Beauty: "..." So he really was dumping all the work on her and playing the hands-off boss.
After handling Laura's arrangements, she returned to the office to tackle her workload.
