The first time Dylan Grant met Chloe Holmes, he was on his way to a business dinner.
She was wearing a white dress, her hair gently swept to one side in a soft style. She had the kind of ethereal beauty reminiscent of a misty Jiangnan morning, smiling as she spoke to the person beside her. The moment she brushed past Dylan Grant, a faint, captivating fragrance lingered in the air, making him raise an eyebrow slightly and turn his head.
He unexpectedly met the girl's gaze.
But it was just a fleeting glance. She treated him like any other stranger she'd just passed, and her eyes drifted away.
Dylan Grant turned and walked a few more steps with his companion, his brow furrowed in thought. After a moment, his expression smoothed out. He called his assistant over, gestured toward the girl's departing figure, and gave his instructions with a calm look on his face.
Dylan Grant wouldn't deny it. At first, he was indeed attracted to Chloe Holmes's face and figure.
