"K-Kyle?"
Kyle froze at the sound of her voice before turning around. Just as he expected, Amanda stood there with her eyes wide.
Letting out a quiet sigh, he said, "Amanda... this is my brother's secretary, Lara. And Lara... you surely know her."
The woman gave a faint bow in greeting. "Good evening, Heiress Maylith."
Amanda's attention flickered toward the woman for only a moment before she stepped forward, took Kyle's hand, and held it firmly.
"Let's go somewhere else. I need to talk," she said, already pulling him aside.
Kyle offered Lara an apologetic smile and allowed himself to be led away.
When they reached a quiet corner, Amanda finally stopped and turned to fix his collar herself.
Kyle chuckled at her frown and the way she kept brushing her wrist against his collar, as if trying to wipe Lara's scent off him.
He glanced around before resting his hands on her waist. "What was the plan? Dressing up this stunningly... do you want me on my knees in front of everyone?"
