Chapter 446
Sweet Subterfuge
Everyone looked overâKevan included. The moment his gaze landed on her, his eyes widened slightly in surprise. But soon, he calmly let out a faint smile.
Larissa ignored his gesture of goodwill and quickly averted her gaze to the producer next to him.
âHello, Mr. Hart!â She went over and held out her hand toward him, Zack Hart knew her. When the production crew of âTime of Childhoodâ first came to the hotel Larissa had personally gone to meet with him. âMs. Seymour, hit He stood up and shook her hand.
Their joined hands just happened to be in front of Kevanâs eyes. He pressed his lips together for a couple of seconds as he forced down his displeasure and raised an eyebrow before asking. âMs.
Seymour?â
Zack quickly introduced her to him. âThis is Ms. Seymour, the general manager of the Winston Hotel.â
Kevan rose up gracefully and intercepted Larissaâs hand, his eyes slightly narrowed with a teasing hint in them, âHello, Ms. Seymour.â
His everâcold hand caused Larissa to shiver. She did her best to maintain her calmness as she replied in a low voice. âHello, Mr. Rogers.â
She tried to remove her hand, but Kevanâs lingers tightened around hers, His scorching gaze fixed on her, Kevan asked, âMs. Seymour, you know who I am?
Larissa smiled politely. âWho wouldnât know you, Mr. Rogers? Youâre the president of Microworks Corporation.â
However, the moment she finished speaking, a series of gasps sounded from around her. One could hear the muttering coming over from a few other tables nearby. âIs that the president of Microworks Corporation?â
âThat canât be? Is Microworks mysterious president that handsome? I thought he was some old man!â
âBruuuuh! Quick, snap a pic and upload that to Instagram!! Weâre eating with the fucking president of Microworks! This will probably be the only chance that we can do that Kevanâs smile deepened as he said meaningfully, âI guess there are quite a few people who donât know who I am, Larissa was a little embarrassed. But thankfully, Kevan did not say anything else. He let go of her hand and sat down again. Larissa clenched her hand into a fist as if she could still feel the residual temperature left behind by his hand.
She was out of it for a few seconds before she pulled a smile onto her face, thanks to her assistant managerâs cue, and continued greeting everyone else at the table.
âIâve brought two bottles of wine to help liven things up. I hope you wonât find it too blasé.â Larissa got a waiter to open the bottles and up everyoneâs glasses. She and her assistant manager had a glass too.
âI wish everyone an enjoyable dinner! She tipped the glass back and downed everything.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the restaurantâs atmosphere was fired up at once.
Zack tried to get her and her assistant manager to stay behind for dinner, but Larissa naturally relused his offer firmly. âWe still need to get back to work. Perhaps I treat you all again next time.â
She had originally taken time out to come down anyway. There was still a lot of work that she needed to do. Besides â Kevan was also here.
Zack had only extended that invitation out of courtesy, so he just let it be after being refused.
After leaving the buffet restaurant, the assistant manager asked Larissa excitedly. âMs. Seymour, do you know the president of Microworks Corporation?â
Although Kevan had been in a coma for those few years, he was still at the top of the wealth ranking list through Microworks. The average person would always look up to him with plenty of admiration and envy.
âCanât say that I know him.â Larissaâs expression was bland. âI just happened to live in the same residential area as him, and happened to The assistant managerâs eyes widened. âReally? Shouldnât a rich person like him be living in a massive villa or something?â
âMaybe itâs easier for him to go to work by living there.â Larissa simply threw out a random answer before changing the subject. âThe professors who will be attending the economic forum tomorrow will be arriving soon. Please go down and check if everything is ready later.â