Who in the world was he?
When Maggie and Rosalynn entered the elevator, Maggie couldnât contain her curiosity any longer.
âRosalynn, who is that guy?â
Rosalynn replied, âHis mame is Lyndon Fernandez.
I saved his life once.
â
Maggie tilted her head and said, âSo you are his savior.
Ah, no wonderâ¦â
âNo wonder what?â Rosalynn asked curiously.
âNo wonder he looks at you like he is ready to give himself to you in return,â Maggie said with utmost seriousness.
Rosalynn couldnât help but chuckle.
âWhat are you talking about?â
âIâm just speaking the truth!â
Rosalynn simply shook her head with an amused smile and pinched Maggieâs cheek playfully.
When the elevator reached the 26th floor, they pushed their suitcases into the lavish suite they had reserved.
Since it was a five-star hotel, the roomâs decor was extravagant.
Every detail exuded opulence.
Taking in the surroundings, Maggie couldnât help but ask, âRosalynn, staying here for one night is expensive, right?â
âYes, itâs more than two thousand,â Rosalynn replied.
Keegan had insisted on providing Rosalynn with top-notch accommodations during her business trip, assuring her that the studio would cover the expenses.
It was his way of encouraging her to unwind and recharge.
Warmth filled Rosalynnâs heart.
It didnât really matter whether heâd reimburse her or not.
After all, she wasnât short on money.
Furthermore, the main reason she chose to stay here was because the bidding for the museum project would be held here.
With their luggage sorted, they took a tour of the suite.
Just then, Rosalynnâs phone rang.
She glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Lyndon calling.
âHello, Mr.
Fernandez.
â
âMiss Fuller, can I invite you to lunch as a token of my gratitude for saving my life?â
Lyndonâs voice, smooth and magnetic, came through the phone.