Meanwhile, at La Grande Solville, inside the private dining room Rosalie had reserved, River was already seated at the table.

On the chair beside him lay a bouquet of flowers. He had rushed out to buy it from a nearby florist.

It was just an ordinary bouquet for his blind date, meant to give the impression that he was sincere about this blind date. Later in the afternoon, he planned to visit the florist again and commission a money bouquet made of cash for Rosalie.

Regardless of the sacrifices he had to make for his career, he needed to start pursuing her. He could work on transforming Crest Co. while winning her over. That way, by the time the company’s restructuring succeeded, he would have the girl too.

After all, neither of them was getting any younger.

He was thirty-one, and she was twenty-nine. In the eyes of their elders, they were practically spinsters.

River’s phone buzzed.

Rosalie was calling.

He answered immediately.

“River, where are you?”

Rosalie had just arrived