FAZER LOGINChloe arrived at the open bar exactly where Aria had asked her to meet. The evening breeze carried the scent of grilled food and fresh cocktails, while soft music drifted through the outdoor lounge. She dropped into the chair opposite Aria with a deep sigh, her face filled with frustration.
Aria studied her for a second before bursting into laughter. Chloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "What is so funny? How can you laugh when my life is literally falling apart?" Aria covered her mouth, trying to stop herself, but it only made her laugh harder. "No... no, I'm sorry." She inhaled deeply. "I'm just imagining it. You're telling me you jumped into a stranger's car, looked him straight in the eye, and told him, 'I don't want to marry you?'" Chloe groaned and buried her face in her hands. "I had no choice." "Oh, Chloe." Aria shook her head, smiling. "Only you could create this kind of disaster." "I wasn't creating anything!" Chloe protested. "Caleb was there. If he had seen me crying after what happened, he would've started asking questions. That man's car was the first thing I saw, so I got inside." Aria laughed again. "And unfortunately, that stranger happened to be Adrian Blake." The name alone made Chloe's shoulders slump. "Please don't remind me." The laughter slowly faded from Aria's face as she noticed Chloe was genuinely worried. "Okay, jokes aside. What are you going to do now?" Chloe lifted the glass of juice on the table but didn't drink immediately. "I have to meet Adrian and explain everything. If I don't clear up the misunderstanding, he'll keep thinking I'm the woman from the blind date." "And if he refuses to believe you?" "I'll make him believe me." She finally took a sip, hoping the cold drink would calm the anxiety building inside her. Aria rested her elbows on the table. "There's still something I don't understand. Why is Adrian so desperate to get married in the first place?" Chloe shrugged. "I've been thinking about that too." A moment later she lowered her voice. "I think he's after your family's influence." "My family's influence?" "The Blake Group is already powerful, but if they become relatives with Marine Group through marriage, their position becomes even stronger. It's a business move." Aria blinked before letting out an amused scoff. "So according to you, I'm just a business investment?" "I'm serious." Aria leaned back dramatically. "Or..." she said with a playful grin, "maybe he's secretly in love with me." Chloe rolled her eyes so hard they both laughed. "You're impossible." "I know." The laughter eased Chloe's tension for the first time that day. Aria noticed her reaching for her handbag. "Where are you going?" "I'm leaving. The sooner I meet Adrian, the sooner this nightmare ends." Aria quickly grabbed Chloe's wrist. "Please stay." Chloe looked at her suspiciously. "For what?" "One last round of drinks." "No." "Please." "If my dad comes back and finds out I completely ruined the blind date he arranged, I'll be buried alive." Aria instantly folded her hands together, making the saddest face she could manage. "Think of this as my final meal before execution." Chloe stared at her for a few seconds before laughing despite herself. "You deserve an award for being dramatic." "So... is that a yes?" Chloe sighed in surrender. "Fine. One more drink. After that, I'm leaving." "Deal." The waiter returned with fresh drinks, and the friends clinked their glasses together. As they chatted, Aria suddenly stood up. "Come with me." Before Chloe could ask another question, Aria pulled her toward a table beside the large glass window overlooking the busy street. "Sit here." Chloe frowned. "What exactly are you doing?" Aria peeked through the window like someone searching for a missing treasure. "Remember the guy I told you about?" "The one from the convenience store?" Aria nodded excitedly. "That's where we met. I think he works somewhere around here." Realization slowly crossed Chloe's face. "Oh..." "What?" "So this is the real reason you wanted me to stay." Aria smiled sheepishly. "Maybe." "I knew it!" "Oh, come on. Just help me look." Chloe crossed her arms. "You've officially lost your mind." "I'm just curious." "Curiosity is dangerous." Aria ignored the comment and continued scanning the street. "He was really handsome." "You've mentioned that five times." "And polite." "Six." "And tall." "Seven." Aria nudged Chloe's shoulder, and they both laughed again. "Please," Aria begged softly. "Let's wait for one hour. If he doesn't show up, I'll give up." Chloe looked at her friend's hopeful expression and couldn't say no. "Fine. One hour. Not a minute more." Aria smiled triumphantly. "I love you." "I know." The conversation drifted to other topics. They joked about college, work, embarrassing childhood memories, and Caleb's terrible fashion sense. Time slipped by without either of them noticing. Outside, traffic became heavier as evening settled over the city. A sleek black luxury sedan slowed to a stop in front of the neighboring building. Inside the car, Ethan Cole switched off the engine. Adrian had asked him to pick up an important document before heading back to the office. Ethan stepped out, adjusted his suit, and walked along the sidewalk toward the entrance. As he passed the open bar, movement inside caught his attention. His eyes instinctively shifted toward the window. He froze. A familiar young woman sat beside the glass, laughing brightly with her friend. Isn't that the girl from the company elevator? he wondered. It was Chloe. For a brief second, Ethan studied her face, trying to remember where he had seen her before. Something about her seemed strangely familiar, but he couldn't connect the pieces. Inside the bar, Chloe was completely unaware. She was teasing Aria about the mysterious convenience-store boy and wasn't paying attention to the people outside. Neither of them noticed the man standing only a few feet away. Ethan glanced once more before looking at his watch. "I don't have time for this," he murmured. He continued walking, disappearing into the crowd without saying a word. Chloe never saw him. She didn't know he was Adrian Blake's personal secretary. And Ethan had no idea that the cheerful girl laughing behind the window was the very woman whose path kept crossing Adrian's in the most unexpected ways. Sometimes fate didn't need introductions. Sometimes it simply let strangers pass each other... while quietly preparing the next collision.The moment Ethan closed the door behind him, Adrian's grandfather turned and walked away without another word, heading straight back to his study. Adrian remained seated, staring at the folder in front of him. It was the file of blind date candidates. "President Adrian." Ethan dropped the file onto the desk with a sigh. "How could you tell a lie like that when you don't even have a woman you're marrying? How are you going to get out of this one?" Adrian's jaw tightened. "What do you expect me to do? I'm going to call the person responsible and make her take responsibility for it." He pulled out his phone and dialed Chloe's number. Chloe was sitting at her desk in the department office when her phone lit up. The moment she saw the caller ID, she frowned. "What is this? I already apologized and settled the whole thing. So annoying." She took a deep breath before answering. "Hello?" Adrian didn't waste a second on greetings. "Let's meet after you get off work." "What? Why? I'm
Adrian sat in his top-floor office, scrolling through the production system with a tense, distracted energy. He barely registered the soft rustle of footsteps until Ethan, his secretary, appeared in the doorway. "You asked for me," Ethan said, raising a hand in a quiet wave as he stepped inside. "Yes." Adrian kept his eyes glued to the screen. "The production line in Africa... when are we restarting the second line?" "It'll take at least a week to finish the replacement work," Ethan replied. He glanced down at his tablet before adding, "And today's Mr. Dylan's first day, isn't it? James's replacement?" "Let's have lunch with him today," Adrian said, his mind already racing ahead to the next item on his agenda. Ethan hesitated, adjusting his posture. "Actually... your schedule has changed. Starting from lunch today." Adrian looked up, caught completely off guard. "What? What do you mean?" "The order came directly from the Chairman." Ethan braced himself. "He's scheduled a series
Adrian sat in the living room, half-watching the morning coverage of the company's ongoing food project scroll across the international news. An ad break cut in. "This early morning, I told them to mind the scheduling," he muttered, and flicked the channel over to something else—an animal documentary, as it turned out, about apes. The word alone was enough to set something off in him. It circled back, unbidden, to Chloe's parting remark the night before. "Freaking ape, my foot." He pressed his palms into his face, exhaled hard, then reached for his phone and dialed her number without giving himself time to reconsider. Chloe was fast asleep. The ringing dragged her halfway out of it, and she fumbled for her phone before pressing it to her ear. "Hello?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. "Ms. Stephanie?" "What's she saying? Why is anyone prank-calling at this hour?" Adrian asked, not realizing she'd mistaken him for someone else. "It's not a prank call," he said. "Are you
Adrian's grandfather sat in the sitting room, thoroughly absorbed in his favorite show. He laughed out loud at something on screen, munching contentedly on a snack, the picture of a man enjoying a quiet evening at home. "I'm home," Adrian announced, stepping through the door. His grandfather didn't so much as glance away from the television. "So, did everything go well with Ms. Aria?" he asked between bites. "What about the wedding? Both of our families should meet first, alright?" He pushed himself up from the sofa, finally giving Adrian his attention. "I've decided not to marry Ms. Aria," Adrian said quietly. His grandfather's expression shifted at once, his voice climbing. "What? What do you mean by that?" "Please," Adrian said, holding up a hand. "Don't bring it up right now. I'd rather not talk about what happened." Across town, Chloe was walking home after the date, her mind snagged on one small, nagging detail. The name Aria had given Adrian's grandfather—Stephanie. Why
Chloe and Aria arrived at the restaurant and were shown to their seats. Chloe still didn't know why she'd been dragged along, but she'd learned not to ask. She pulled out her phone. "Hey, look this way." They leaned in and struck a pose for the camera. "Are you sure that salon is really the one all the celebrities use?" Chloe asked, studying the photo. "Look how heavy this makeup is." Aria winced. "That's because I asked them to do it that way." She didn't mention that she'd planned all along to bring Chloe to Adrian without telling her. "What's that supposed to mean?" Chloe asked warily. Aria's phone buzzed. She snatched it up before the sound had even finished. "Chloe. Listen to me carefully. President Adrian is on his way here." "What? Who's coming?" Chloe's voice cracked. "I didn't have a choice. He found out we were friends and insisted on meeting you," Aria said. "Then you should have pretended you didn't know me!" "He said he'd find out on his own eventual
Chloe paced her room, filled with anxiety because Aria had not responded regarding the blind date with Adrian. "Why isn't she answering my texts?" she wondered aloud. Her phone buzzed with an incoming text from Aria. Aria: Handled. Don't worry. It's all good now. Chloe let out a heavy breath of relief, reading the text once more. "Thank God," she muttered softly. Meanwhile, Aria was gripping her steering wheel tightly, her hands aching from the strain as she fumed over Adrian's temper. "This is driving me crazy. What did he even expect me to do?" she yelled to herself in the quiet vehicle. Ethan walked into his apartment, convinced a break-in had occurred because the space was unexpectedly clean. He was right. Adrian was sitting inside, waiting for him. "You're back," Adrian stated plainly. Ethan ignored the remark and placed his grocery bags on the counter. "Please, leave my house alone." "How am I supposed to leave it alone?" Adrian replied, standing up and grabbing a br







