“Are you the general manager here, Miss Thornton?”

Gerald couldn’t hide his shocked expression as he posed Wynn the question. With just a glance at her demeanor, he felt her overbearing female presence, and never before had he felt an aura as potent as this.

“Why? Do I not seem like one to you?”

Wynn drove along, smirking as she looked at Gerald through the rear-view mirror.

“Oh, by the way, you should stop referring to me as ‘miss.’ It makes me sound old. Since I’m only ten years older than