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Camila had no choice but to pull open the rear door of the car, giving Connor a slight nod.
“Buckle up.”
Seeing Connor’s composed expression, Camila quickly fastened her seatbelt.
On their way to the restaurant, both sat in the backseat, neither speaking, and the only sound was that of their assistant tapping on an
iPad.
The atmosphere was quiet. Although Camila rode in this car every day, she usually sat in the front with a seat as a barrier. Now, Connor was just half a meter away from her, his presence beside her making Camila somewhat uncomfortable. She wanted to start a Conversation several times to break the silence, but each time she hesitated and shut her mouth.
After ten minutes, Camila managed a forced smile and spoke, “Mr. Connor, where are we dining today?”
“The Silver Tower Restaurant,” Connor replied, staring at her face without a hint of emotion.
Perhaps because of the proximity, Camila felt the atmosphere was a bit odd and quietly shifted her gaze away. “I see…”
The conversation ended, and silence returned to the car. Bored, Camila searched for The Silver Tower Restaurant on a food eyes widened as she took a deep breath.
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It’s an upscale restaurant with an average cost of over $500 per person. Recognized as one of the most top–tier and elegant dining. spots in the city, it even demanded a dress code.
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She glanced down at her attire a T–shirt, shorts, and canvas sneakers.
“Sir, won’t my outfit be totally out of place there?” she murmured, turning to Connor.
Connor glanced at her and said, “There’s no need to conform to the restaurant’s ambiance. Dressing freely is a right everyone should
have.”
Camila was surprised. Connor was usually meticulous about details. Even in the heat of summer, he was immaculately dressed in a crisp suit and shiny leather shoes. If it weren’t for the tailored fit, high–quality fabric, and fine details complementing his tall frame and handsome features, he could easily be mistaken for an insurance salesman.
“I think so too,” Camila chuckled, not really caring. As long as the CEO didn’t think she was embarrassing him, it was fine.
As soon as they entered the restaurant, a host in a sleek uniform greeted them. He glanced at Camila, a flicker of surprise flashing in his eyes, but after catching Connor’s gaze, his expression quickly professionalized, and he led them inside.
The restaurant’s decor was elegant and lavish, adorned with masterful paintings on the walls. Looking around, Camila noticed a grand piano in a corner of the restaurant where an elegant pianist
played a soft melody, the notes flowing like silk through the air, bringing a sense of peace and comfort.
The patrons were all in formal attire, making Camila feel out of place.
Once seated, the restaurant manager immediately approached them, apologetically saying, “Mr. Connor, I’m sorry, but all our private rooms are booked today.”
“That’s okay.”
The manager then proceeded to describe the fresh ingredients flown in for the day.
“I’m going to the restroom,” Camila whispered to the assistant.
Returning from the restroom, Connor noticed several men at a distance staring fixedly at Camila’s legs. Her shorts clung to her glowing skin, outlining long, shapely, and alluring legs. As she walked, her limbs swayed gracefully, drawing eyes irresistibly.
Connor’s expression darkened, and he casually summoned the restaurant manager. “Find us a private booth.”
“Mr. Connor…” the manager hesitated.
Connor’s piercing gaze carried a chilling firmness, making the manager’s heart quiver.