His piercing gaze swept over to n, clearly displeased.


    Seeing this, n quickly forced a smile and shuffled over to Connor''s side, whispering, "Cam asked me to switch seats. I mean, I had to listen to the bossdy, right?"


    The term ''bossdy'' worked like a charm. Connor''s expression softened considerably, even a hint of a smile ying at his lips. He nodded, signaling n to sit down. Relieved, n quickly settled into his seat.This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    "Cam, can you pass me the documents?" Connor said, turning to the seat behind him.


    Cam paused, Seriously? What documents?


    She took a deep breath, rummaged through her bag, and found a takeout receipt, pretending it was something important as she walked over to Connor.


    Through gritted teeth, she said, "Mr. Connor, is this what you''re looking for?"


    Connor struggled to suppress a grin, lightly touching her fingers, "Yes, thank you for the trouble."


    Cam withdrew her hand, lowering her voice, "Connor, are you being childish?"


    "Who told you to sit so far from me? Now I have to go hours without seeing you," Connor said with exaggerated innocence, pouting.


    Looking around, Cam noticed everyone was busy with their own tasks.


    She quickly pressed a vivid lipstick mark into the palm of her hand and then gently pressed it onto the back of Connor''s hand.


    "Mr. Connor, I''ll head back to my seat," she said softly, taking the takeout receipt and returning to her seat.


    Connor savored the warm touch on his hand and the faint imprint of lipstick, a slight smile ying on his lips. He was in a good mood.


    Three hourster.


    The nended at Angelhaven Point.


    A car was waiting to take them to the hotel.


    Upon arrival, n efficiently handled the check-in for everyone and distributed the room keys.


    "Mr. Connor, your room is on the 45th floor," n handed the room key with the number 8888 to Connor.


    He continued handing out the keys, "Everyone else is on the 40th floor, Cam and I are on the 41st." Cam took her key.


    Room 8888? Wasn''t that the


    Presidential Suite number? Just as she was about to ask n if there was a mix-up, he gave her a meaningful smile, as if to say, all is correct!


    When the elevator reached the 40th floor, the other executives stepped out.


    The elevator doors slowly closed and soon reached the 41st floor.


    n stood at the elevator doors, blocking Cam''s way with a mischievous grin.


    "There are plenty of rooms in the


    Presidential Suite, and in keeping et booked one on the 41st flood o


    with our spirit of frugality, we only


    Winking, n added, "Cam, you''ll be in charge of looking after Mr. Connor''s needs. You guys can squeeze into one room."


    With that, he grabbed his luggage and swiftly exited the elevator, leaving Cam and Connor facing each other.


    Cam, resigned, watched the closing elevator doors, then turned to Connor.


    Connor looked at her innocently, as if to say it was all n''s doing.


    He wrapped an arm around Cam''s shoulders, earnestly saying, "nis right, we shouldn''t be wasteful You''t just have to put up with


    squeezing in with me tonight."


    Cam scoffed, ncing at him.


    "Tomorrow''s important, you better clear your head, we''re sleeping separately tonight."


    Connor frowned, "I was nning on sleeping separately anyway." He whispered close to her ear, "It''s your mind that needs clearing." With that, he pulled their suitcases and strode out of the elevator.


    "Connor, you''re done for!"