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Given Soren’s status, it was surprising that the hotel’s lobby manager personally came out to greet them. The manager approached and said, “Mr. Soren has already arrived. Your private dining room is this way.”
He led them to a quiet corner on the first floor and opened the door.
The room was spacious, and no dishes had been served yet.
Soren looked up.
Eliza was wearing an elegant white gown. Her figure was stunning–not the waifish kind, but full and curvy in all the right places. The dress cinched at the waist, making her silhouette even more striking.
She already had a beautiful face: a soft, oval shape, flawless skin, full lips, a high–bridged nose, and almond–shaped eyes that sparkled with life–she was a classic beauty.
When Soren saw her, a faint smile finally appeared on his face.
“Ms. Eliza, it really wasn’t easy getting you to meet me.”
“How did you know it was me?”
Eliza walked over and sat down across from him. “I don’t think I ever told you back at MISS.”
Soren only gave a faint smile. “I have my ways.”
…Oh.”
And just like that, Eliza killed the conversation.
The private room was quiet, just the two of them. Eliza had never been to this kind of business dinner before and felt a little out of place.
At that moment, someone knocked at the door.
“Come in,” Soren said.
With his permission, the staff entered. The head chef personally served every dish they’d prepared for the evening.
“These are all the hotel’s signature dishes. They’re really good–try them.”
Each dish was vibrant, aromatic, and plated with artistic care.
But just looking at the presentation, Eliza kept telling herself silently: Rich people really are something else. All that effort on plating? The food’s probably cold by now.
Of course, she kept those thoughts to herself.
After all, at the Four Seasons, people came for the atmosphere and the service. No one was really here just
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for the food.
Business, after all.
“I’m just curious–why did you insist on meeting me in person before signing?”
“If you weren’t the owner of MISS, I wouldn’t have seen the point.”
Soren’s bluntness caught Eliza off guard.
He really wasn’t anything like the version of him on TV.
On screen, Soren had a cold, chiseled look but eyes that gave off warmth.
But face to face, Eliza saw no trace of that warmth. His eyes were still and cold, like a frozen lake- completely unmoved.
All that gentleness and charm… it was clearly an act.
No wonder. He really was Nolan’s brother.
Eliza cleared her throat and reached for the water glass beside her.
Soren said, “This hotel’s wine is excellent. I had them bring a bottle for you.”
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At the mention of alcohol, Eliza immediately remembered how drunk she’d gotten the night before. “No thanks! I’m not much of a drinker.”
Soren didn’t press further.
The server chimed in, “We also have a non–alcoholic house beverage. Would Ms. Eliza like to try it?”
“Yes, thank you.”
The staff quickly went off to prepare the drink.
Once everyone left the room, Soren reached out his hand. “Shouldn’t I take a look at the contract?”
That was, after all, the main reason they were meeting today.
Naturally, Eliza had her assistant bring it along.
She placed the contract on the lazy Susan in the center of the table and spun it toward Soren.
He glanced through it briefly, then signed his name.
Watching this, Eliza couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Soren, is it okay for you to sign on your own? Shouldn’t someone from the agency look it over?”
“No need. I own the agency.”
Eliza’s mouth twitched slightly.
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Blf course. In Westbrook, all the handsome ones were rich.
Soren looked up. “Seems like Ms. Eliza isn’t one of my fans–you don’t keep up with my news.”
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Elisa felt like she was staring at an injured fox sitting across from her.
This guy really knew how to play women.
“Well, it’s not too late to join your fan club now, is it?”
Then she added, “I should be the one thanking you. Without your help, MISS would’ve been crucified online in a few days”
A celebrity of Soren’s caliber wasn’t someone they could normally afford to invite.
If her bold statements hadn’t come true, his fans could’ve drowned MISS in backlash with spit alone.
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