Mag-log inElizabeth’s POV***I walked toward their table and stopped directly behind Victor just as he was speaking. One by one, the men seated around him turned to look at me.I offered them my sweetest smile."Hi, gentlemen. Can I join?" I asked, still wearing a grin that stretched from ear to ear.The moment the words left my mouth, Victor turned.I watched his blue eyes widen the instant they landed on me. A flicker of surprise crossed his features—quick, involuntary, and deeply satisfying."Oh, hi, Victor!" I said brightly, as though we were old friends reuniting after years apart. "It's so nice seeing you again. How are you?"I placed my hand on his shoulder as I spoke, letting my fingers press lightly against the fabric of his suit. I even gave it a gentle squeeze.He shot up from his chair so fast it nearly toppled backward.Something warm and triumphant bloomed inside my chest. For one brief, unguarded second, I caught it—a flash of emotion rushing across his face before he could mask
Elizabeth’s POVTwo days had passed since my little drop-in at Victor’s office. I hadn’t gone back, nor had I bothered sending him the time and place for our dinner. But that didn’t mean the dinner was canceled. He could learn to wait. Besides, the moment I’d stepped back into my own office that afternoon, I’d been treated to yet another exhausting lecture from my father. According to my secretary, Janet, Dad had asked Mr. Gallagher if he’d managed to get a hold of me. And Gallagher, being the spineless coward he was, told my father the absolute truth. Or rather, his twisted version of it. He actually had the nerve to claim I’d thrown him out, whimpering about how he’d only wanted to "properly discuss" the disastrous port meeting that never happened. Please. Who was the real idiot who stood me up in the first place? Him. Because he’d rather stroke Victor’s ego than respect my time. So why was I the one taking the heat from my father when Gallagher should have been the one on his
Elizabeth's POV•••"What are your standards for women?" I asked Victor, who was sitting on the sofa across from me.I took a sip of my coffee, watching him closely over the rim of the cup, waiting for his reaction.But there was none. His face remained stone-cold serious. Why did this man have to be so mysterious? I couldn’t read what was running through that brilliant, frustrating mind of his.He didn’t answer. He just stared at me. In my head, I imagined he was cursing me silently because of how pretty I looked when we first met this morning. Or maybe he was just annoyed by my presence.“Tell me,” he said finally, his voice low. “What exactly do you want from me?”A mischievous smile tugged at my lips. “Are you curious? After our meeting at the restaurant and my mistake of sleeping in your house—”“That wasn’t a mistake,” he cut in sharply. “It was your fault. You trespassed in my own home.”“Why are you so defensive?” I rolled my eyes, leaning back comfortably. He was taking this
Elizabeth's POV •• The moment I stepped out of the car and stood before the towering building that belonged to Victor Samaniego, a triumphant smile spread across my lips. Man, it already feels like I've won. "Shall we, Miss?" I turned to Mr. Peter, I rolled my eyes and snapped at him for ruining the moment. "Seriously? I was having a moment here, and you just had to ruin it.” I gave him a sharp look and didn't bother waiting for his stunned reaction before turning on my heel. I walked ahead of him into the wide, pristine lobby of the building. I glanced around and rolled my eyes. Our lobby is bigger and far more impressive than this. I headed straight to the reception area and fixed my gaze on the woman behind the desk. "Good morning. Hello, Miss—" I paused, glancing at her nameplate. "Gretta. I'm here for Mr. Victor Samaniego. I have an appointment with him." I offered her a polite smile. "Good morning to you too, Miss. Just a moment. May I have your name, please?" "El
Elizabeth's POV***That evening, I immediately called Janet to tell her I had an appointment with Victor Samaniego tomorrow. I was surprised when she informed me that Victor had long stopped accepting external appointments from Dad's company. I asked why, and she explained that Victor's company had already pulled out its shares.Like… huh? Why? Just last month, a formal meeting took place between our companies. Why would he do something like that now?"Okay. Just tell his secretary that I am coming tomorrow to speak with him directly," I replied while admiring my freshly painted nails. Crimson red—my favorite shade."This is noted, Ms. Elizabeth.""And please don't forget to have my dinner delivered to my unit tonight, okay?" After saying that, I ended the call.I sat alone in the living room, painting my nails while plotting how to bring him down.Should I flirt with him? Should I just get his attention? It looked like Victor was going to be my newest target.Based on everything I h
Elizabeth's POV *** He shoved me out of his condo unit with such force that I nearly slipped and face-planted on the hallway floor. Unbelievable! I turned to glare at Victor, who was looking at me as if I had just robbed him blind. All I did was sleep in his room! It wasn't like I took a dump in it! "Why are you shoving me? What if I tripped and smashed my face against the floor?!" I snapped at him irritably while trying to fix my disheveled hair. "I don't care. Do you have any idea how disruptive you are to someone who's trying to rest? Just because you're a woman doesn't mean I'm going to overlook the fact that you trespassed into my home." My eyes widened in disbelief. "What?! Trespassed?! Me?! I did not trespass into your house! And for the record, if you had just told me that it wasn't my house, I wouldn't have slept here in the first place!" The audacity of this man to make accusations! He may be gorgeous, but his words cut like knives! I was drunk last night! So instea
He raised an eyebrow. He looked at me as if there was something wrong with what I said. Why? Did he really think I would have a relationship with a man like Marcus? Hell? Over my dead body! "So you're not?" "Of course! I am not! Look at me? Will you be in a relationship---" I looked at Marcu
"Before anything else---" "Are you for real, Mr. Gallagher?" I cut off what he was about to say. He stopped talking and his eyes widened as I stared at him... blankly. I don't think this is okay. I don't really feel like talking to him right now. "W-wait, I'll tell you why I'm he---" "No. Ge
Morning came. I thought that the problem I was facing would be over immediately because I was able to find out who plan to spread the video that happened yesterday inside the restaurant. How the man with the blue eyes, handsome face and elegant body put me to shame. But even though I learned a lo
Elizabeth couldn't get rid of her annoyance even after she got out of the restaurant. He even met Mr. Gallagher and the man immediately retreated and moved away from her, the fear on his face was obvious when she bumped into him.If only on another occasion she would have enjoyed seeing his scared







