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    Cam had no choice but to pull open the rear door of the car, giving Connor a slight nod.


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    “Buckle up.”


    Seeing Connor’sposed expression, Cam quickly fastened her seatbelt.


    On their way to the restaurant, both sat in the backseat, neither speaking, and the only sound was


    that of their assistant tapping on an


    iPad.


    The atmosphere was quiet. Although Cam rode in this car every day, she usually sat in the front


    with a seat as a barrier. Now, Connor was just half a meter away from her, his presence beside her


    making Cam somewhat ufortable. She wanted to start a Conversation several times to


    break the silence, but each time she hesitated and shut her mouth.


    After ten minutes, Cam managed a forced smile and spoke, “Mr. Connor, where are we dining


    today?”


    “The Silver Tower Restaurant,” Connor replied, staring at her face without a hint of emotion.


    Perhaps because of the proximity, Cam felt the atmosphere was a bit odd and quietly shifted her


    gaze away. “I see…”


    The conversation ended, and silence returned to the car. Bored, Cam searched for The Silver


    Tower Restaurant on a food eyes widened as she took a deep breath.


    app.


    Her


    It’s an upscale restaurant with an average cost of over $500 per person. Recognized as one of the


    most top–tier and elegant dining. spots in the city, it even demanded a dress code.


    –


    She nced down at her attire a T–shirt, shorts, and canvas sneakers.


    “Sir, won’t my outfit be totally out of ce there?” she murmured, turning to Connor.


    Connor nced at her and said, “There’s no need to conform to the restaurant’s ambiance.


    Dressing freely is a right everyone should


    have.”


    Cam was surprised. Connor was usually meticulous about details. Even in the heat of summer,


    he was immactely dressed in a crisp suit and shiny leather shoes. If it weren’t for the tailored fit,


    high–quality fabric, and fine detailsplementing his tall frame and handsome features, he could


    easily be mistaken for an insurance salesman.


    “I think so too,” Cam chuckled, not really caring. As long as the CEO didn’t think she was


    embarrassing him, it was fine.


    As soon as they entered the restaurant, a host in a sleek uniform greeted them. He nced at


    Cam, a flicker of surprise shing in his eyes, but after catching Connor’s gaze, his expression


    quickly professionalized, and he led them inside.


    The restaurant’s decor was elegant andvish, adorned with masterful paintings on the walls.


    Looking around, Cam noticed a grand piano in a corner of the restaurant where an elegant pianist


    yed a soft melody, the notes flowing like silk through the air, bringing a sense of peace and


    comfort.


    The patrons were all in formal attire, making Cam feel out of ce.


    Once seated, the restaurant manager immediately approached them, apologetically saying, “Mr.


    Connor, I’m sorry, but all our private rooms are booked today.”


    “That’s okay.”


    The manager then proceeded to describe the fresh ingredients flown in for the day.


    “I’m going to the restroom,” Cam whispered to the assistant.


    Returning from the restroom, Connor noticed several men at a distance staring fixedly at Cam’s


    legs. Her shorts clung to her glowing skin, outlining long, shapely, and alluring legs. As she walked,


    her limbs swayed gracefully, drawing eyes irresistibly.


    Connor’s expression darkened, and he casually summoned the restaurant manager. “Find us a


    private booth.”


    “Mr. Connor…” the manager hesitated.


    Connor’s piercing gaze carried a chilling firmness, making the manager’s heart quiver.