Gwenda's cheeks flushed, and a wave of numb heat surged through her heart. "Then seven o'clock tonight? I'll book a room and send you the address."

"I'll pick you up."

"That's fine. See you tonight."

Gwenda hung up, placing the phone face down on the table. She clutched her chest and took several deep breaths.

Olivier, meanwhile, pocketed his phone and returned to the meeting room. The employees, who had been excitedly discussing his abrupt pause, fell silent. A faint smile played on his lips, shocking them.

In their private group chat, someone mentioned Otto. "Mr. Roux, do you know whose call Mr. Petit took? Why does he look so triumphant now, after being so cold?"

"I don't know either" Otto replied, though he did know. He'd glimpsed Olivier's phone screen and seen the caller ID.

"I'm guessing Mr. Petit is in a relationship. Generally speaking, only lovestruck men have such volatile moods."

The group chat erupted.

"I agree! But Mr. Petit has been single for years. Women rarely approach him. His partner can't be a guy, right?"

"Dude, that's a bold assumption. Be careful. Mr. Petit will have your head if he finds out."

"Haha, just a guess! But seriously, aren't you curious who it is?"

"Curious!"

"Me too!"

"Mr. Roux" Otto was again put on the spot.

Olivier noticed everyone glued to their phones. His smile vanished. He cleared his throat. "What's wrong? Are you waiting for me to tell you to continue?"

Instantly, phones were lowered, and the meeting resumed as if nothing had happened.

That evening, Olivier picked Gwenda up from the studio parking lot, where she'd waited. Ten minutes later, she smiled at him. "Mr. Petit."

Seeing her good mood, Olivier smiled. "How is it you decided to treat me to dinner tonight?"

"Er" Gwenda hesitated. "Shall we go? I'll tell you on the way."

"Okay."

As they drove, Gwenda searched for the right way to begin. Finally, she said, "Actually, there's a reason for this dinner."

"Oh? Something else you wanted to do with me?" Olivier raised an eyebrow, his tone affectionate.

The air warmed with his words. Gwenda swallowed and laughed nervously. "It's presumptuous, but I invited you because I want to introduce you to my cousin."

"Your cousin?" Olivier's eyes flickered with recognition, remembering a past embarrassment.

"Yeah," Gwenda said frankly. "My cousin wants a business partnership with your company, and he asked me to help. But if you don't want to, we don't have to go."

"I have a choice?" Olivier chuckled.

"Er"

"It's alright. Since it's your cousin, I'll go."

He didn't make it difficult for her. However, at a red light, he turned, his dark eyes fixed on her. "But you owe me."