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A gorgeous one? I have seen way more gorgeous ladies than Elizabeth. She’s okay but definitely not my type.

I snorted out a short laugh as I tried to ignore the comment. If only he knew it was all a charade. But now that the charade worked like magic, perhaps I just found the perfect solution to my problem.

As I walked back to my desk, I could feel Elizabeth’s glare on me the entire time.

All I have to do is convince her, and we are good. I mean, everyone wants to date me. I’m certain she isn’t any different.

“You may take a seat,” I said as I settled into mine, letting out a breath of excitement and relief.

I looked up to see that she was still standing, and this time, she was glaring at me. If she could swallow me up with her eyes, she would surely have.

“I’m taking it you’re not pleased, but how about you have your seat, and we talk about this like adults?”

Elizabeth maintained her position, not moving an inch. It was at this moment I knew I had a hard rock in front of me.

Chapter seven

Elizabeth

I stood in shock and confusion as I watched Will walk back to his seat as though nothing happened. It was as if he had not just introduced me to his client as his fiancée.

Fiancée? Of all things? Or is he probably mistaken? Maybe he doesn’t recognize me. There is no way he could have done what he did intentionally. He probably doesn’t recognize me.

But still, he had told me to “play along,” meaning he knew what he was doing—lying to his client just to seal a contract.

As expected, rich men have no sense of honor and integrity—always willing to do whatever it takes just to get what they want. That explains why he just lied to his client about me being his fiancée so as to seal a contract.

Feeling irritated, I walked right in front of his desk to get his attention. “I believe you have some explaining to do. Why on earth would you lie that I’m your fiancée?” I watched him look at me silently, stand up from his desk, and walk over to stand right in front of me. His height and the scent of his perfume were somewhat intimidating.

The soft inhale only made me want to breathe in more, as the perfume was so pleasing to my nostrils.

Elizabeth, focus!

Considering that he was way taller than me, you can imagine my embarrassment as I had to raise my head up slightly to look him in the eye. Underneath his lashes, I could see the belittling look in his eyes as he looked down at me.

How proud, I thought to myself, reminding myself of the kind of man Will is. He is and has always been so egotistical.

“Marry me,” he said.

I found myself at a loss for words as I stared at the man standing in front of me, feeling completely shocked and confused.

“Wait, what?”

“You heard me. I asked that you marry me.”

With how ridiculous he sounded, you can’t possibly blame me for busting out in premium laughter.

Me, marry Will? Never! That is not something that could happen in my dreams, even if I wanted to.

“I’m sorry, but I think you’re a bit confused. I believe you must be mixing me up for your girlfriend or something. I probably look a lot like her, but it’s not me, trust me,” I tried to clarify.

“Don’t be silly. I know who you are.”

“Oh no, you don’t. Trust me, you don’t. I’m Elizabeth. I’m not sure if you remember, but I’m your sister’s best friend. I used to come to your house almost every day. We went to the same high school, graduated from college together, etc. I doubt you remember me, but yes, I hope that clarifies things.” I immediately took a step back to reduce the intimidation of his stare over me.

“Look, I don’t have time for memory lane, Elizabeth Giller, and I do remember you.”

“I’m not sure you do. You’re probably confused in some kind of way.”

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