"Then tell again, what makes him so outstanding?"
The girl’s eyes sparkled as she clung to her father, talking about Trevor, her eyes filled with admiration for him.
Her father often ntioned Trevor, and she loved listening. She had seen Trevor’s photo on her father’s phone long ago.
Handso and tall, he was exactly her type!
He looked like soone with a strong sense of responsibility and dependability.
"Let’s not talk about looks; that’s all thanks to his parents. You’ve seen his handso photo too, he’s about six feet three, great genes."
The girl smiled shyly.
The man spoke sincerely, "What I admire most about him is his character. He’s very competent in his work, has high emotional intelligence, and is mature and kind-hearted. Every interaction I’ve had with him makes think he’s an ideal son-in-law."
"Dad, do you think he will like ?"
The girl tilted her head, full of anticipation, and asked, "What kind of girls does he like?"
"Let’s have a al first, introduce you both slowly," Mr. Mills said affectionately. "My daughter is so excellent, don’t you already have a line of admirers? Don’t worry, Trevor will definitely like you too."
Hearing this, the girl felt overjoyed.
Although she hadn’t t Trevor, she felt as if they’d known each other for a long ti, as she’d been dreaming about him these past few days.
David Dalton arrived quickly.
"Mr. Mills!" He rushed in, "Hope you haven’t waited long!"
In the upscale private room, the middle-aged man glanced over, "President Dalton, why are you here alone? Where’s Trevor?"
"He’ll be here shortly!" David smiled brightly, "I just called him."
"Hello, Uncle Dalton!" The girl stood up gracefully to greet him, her smile revealing her bright eyes and white teeth, like a delicate porcelain doll.
David had seen her before and liked her too, "Janelle, you’re getting more and more beautiful."
"Thank you, Uncle," she replied sweetly.
"Co, everyone, have a seat! I’ll let the waiter know to serve the food."
The girl glanced towards the door, "Aren’t we waiting for Trevor?" She seed a bit hopeful and a little anxious.
David said, "I sent him the address, he’s on his way and will be here soon."
The girl was delighted, and she took out a mirror from her bag to check herself; her makeup was flawless today.
The private room was very upscale, with costly crystal lights emitting a soft glow.
The all-cedar tables and chairs exuded a subtle fragrance.
The walls were adorned with famous paintings, all rare genuine pieces.
It was an elegant and peaceful place, suitable for chatting and business discussions.
Soon, uniford waiters started serving the dishes; the private room had been reserved by David a few days ago.
The dishes served were exquisite and premium.
Even the whiskey brought in was worth thousands per bottle; David didn’t treat him as an outsider.
Downstairs, a Maybach ca to a stop in the parking lot.
Trevor imdiately spotted his father’s car and opened the door along with Jocelyn Morgan, getting out together.
"I’ve been here before," Jocelyn said, looking up at the high-end, beautiful building. "The environnt is nice, but it costs a fortune to have a al here, like tens of thousands!"
Indeed, she was a girl with exposure to the world.
"Let’s go!" Trevor draped an arm over her shoulder, leading her towards the lobby.
"Wait a mont!" The girl suddenly realized, "I forgot my phone!" She turned back to the car, reopening the passenger door to grab her coat, then reached for her phone.
Trevor remained calm.
Holding her phone, Jocelyn hesitated, "A missed call? Dr. Shelby called !"
"We’ll talk about it later," Trevor urged her, "Let’s not keep people waiting."
So she followed Trevor inside, originally intending to return Ian Shelby’s call, but figured it wasn’t anything urgent since he’d only called once.
He might be busy himself, right now?
Considering various factors, Jocelyn decided not to call back.
It was just what Trevor wanted.
When Trevor walked into the private room with Jocelyn, everyone was stunned, especially Janelle Mills, who imdiately stood up, "Who is this woman?"
Won always have a strong intuition; she couldn’t accept it!
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