Summer Spencer sighed with relief, feeling that Kenneth Osborne was willing to negotiate. As long as she laid out the terms completely, Kenneth would have to be a fool to reject them.
She instructed the driver to park at the corner ahead.
There was indeed a café there.
Before getting out of the car, Summer Spencer checked her makeup once more in the mirror, then opened the car door and got out.
She hadn't been seated in the café for long when Kenneth Osborne walked in.
He was wearing a simple white shirt and khaki work pants, but the belt on his waist was surprisingly from Hermès.
Summer's gaze had just moved from Kenneth's captivating face when she was dazzled by the belt around his waist.
Is that really a Hermès belt?
Didn't the information say that Kenneth's parents were ordinary employees in an obscure small town?
How could they afford a Hermès belt?
