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Patricia took a deep breath and smiled beautifully as the car entered the wide gates of Zoren’s estate. The car stopped for a security check, which Patricia found slightly odd. But then again<b>, </b>this was Zoren Pierson’s house. Once they were given clearance, she rxed and looked around. at her surroundings.
The house in the distance was quite simpler than she had expected. However, the surrounding lot was unrealistically vast. If she didn’t know better, she would think Zoren had wasted money Just to buy an extra lot.
People in uniforms could be seen around the property. If Patricia hadn’t been aware of the situation, she would have thought she was entering the president’s house, given the level of security. It made her a little tense, but at the same time, she knew none of these people would hurt her.
<i>‘I </i>am Zoren’s special person,‘ she told herself for the umpteenth time. <i>In </i><i>this </i>ce, I am <i>special</i><i>, </i>and <i>so</i>… ‘everything sheid her eyes on would be hers if this all went well.
Then, the car stopped.
Patricia snapped out of her thoughts and watched Benjamin approach the backseat door. Slowly, Benjamin opened the door and offered her a kind smile.
“Good evening, Miss Miller, and wee, greeted Benjamin with a kind smile, offering his hand to assist her.
“It’s good to see you again, Assistant Vitt.” Patricia gracefully sped his hand and stepped out of the car. “Where’s Renren?”
“He is inside, Miss Miller, Benjamin replied, wearing his kindest smile, even though deep down, all he wanted to do was grab this snake by the neck and flush her down the toilet. <b>“</b>Please,e with me.”
“Mhm.” With a smile, Patricia followed him up the steps and to the entrance of the <b>mansion</b>. She bit her inner bottom lip slightly, feeling a little overwhelmed by the ce she was standing in.
For someone who grew up with luxury and privilege, it was rare to be impressed by another person’s wealth. But this ce was… majestic. Everything around seemed to have been furnished to perfection.
“Miss Miller, Sir Zoren is in the dining room. He’s been cagerly waiting for you, Benjamin stopped at the entryway and faced Patricia. The dining room is over there…
Listening to Benjamin, Patricia furrowed her brows. “Assistant Vitt, won’t you take me to the dining room?” she asked out of pure curiosity, only to see a warm smile spread across Benjamin’s face<b>. </b>
“Miss Miller, you and my boss have many years to catch up on. You share <b>a </b>special bond, and he doesn’t want anyone to interrupt his precious time with you,” he exined, making her cheeks. turn pink. “<b>Thursday </b>has always been a special day for him. So, this is as far as I can take you.”
Patricia’s face glowed, ttered by how special Benjamin’s words made her feel. “Thank you,
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Assistant Vitt.”
“Please, he’s waiting” Benjamin motioned <b>his </b>arm in <b>a </b>direction, making her nod at him.
Patricia slowly walked in the direction Benjamin had instructed, stopping as she looked back. As. she did so, she saw Benjamin heading to the main door to leave. She offered him a meek smile when he looked back at her, nodding at him before she resumed her steps.
The moment she turned her back on <b>him</b>, Benjamin scrunched up his nose in dismay.
<i>“</i><i>Thanks </i>to Miss <i>Penny</i><i>, </i>I am being extra <i>kind </i><i>to </i>you<i>! </i>he mentally hissed. <i>However</i>, <i>know </i><i>that </i>your <i>days </i><i>are </i>numbered! Once we find out <i>who </i>is <i>pulling </i>the strings, <i>I’ll </i><i>make </i><i>your </i>life <b>a </b><i>living </i>hell!
With that thought in mind, Benjamin closed the main door and huffed, storming away from the
mansion <b>as </b>instructed.
Entering the dining room, Patricia held her breath at the sight of the warm lights and the candlelit dinner setting prepared for her. It was truly a date – a romantic date. Moving her soft gaze to the counter, her eyes Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.
Il on Zoren’s broad back.
<i>‘</i><i>He </i>might be <i>sickly</i><i>, </i><i>but </i>he’s attractive, and his aura is… enthralling,‘ she thought, pursing her lips.
“Renren?”
Zoren paused in pouring the wine and slowly turned his head to the entrance. “Patricia.”
Patricia smiled from ear to ear as she walked inside. Standing next to
the table, she watched him carry two sses of wine to the table. Once he ced them down, he slowly pulled out a <b>chair </b>
for her.
“Please take a seat,” <b>he </b>said, carning a gentle smile from her.
“Thanks, Renren,” she replied as she gracefully sat down, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Zoren nced down at her briefly before walking over to his seat. When he was sitting down, he gazed at the woman across from him. He squinted a little, testing his vision. It was still a blur, but he could catch the look on <b>her </b>face.
“Thank you for epting my invitation,” he said. “I was afraid you’d be too busy and I’d be bothering you.”
Patricia shook her head slightly. “That’s never going to happen, Renren. Considering the years you spent waiting for me every Thursday, I will never say no to your invitations.”
“I’ve never asked you to repay all those years,” he smiled. “But I appreciate it.”
Zoren lifted his hand over the table. “Shall we cat? I’ve hired the best chef in the country to prepare our dinner for tonight.”
“Mhm.” Patricia smiled from ear to ear, ttered by the gentleness and attention he was giving her. She tucked her hair behind her ear once more, maintaining her poise, and only showing him her best angle. Even how she picked up her cutlery, how she sliced her steak, and how she ate were all calcted, as if she were shooting an endorsement.
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clearly. However, he could see that all her movements were graceful, precise, and practiced.
“Mhm!” she raised her brows and grinned in satisfaction. “This is great.”
Zoren sliced the steak slowly, lifting his gaze at the woman across from <b>him</b>. The corner of his lips lifted into a devious smirk.
“Of course, it is.”