Was this man clueless or just brazen?


    Lionel''s cold eyes narrowed. "I heard the Lancaster Group was dealing with a tricky situation recently. But judging by your mood, Mr. Lancaster, I assume it''s been resolved."


    Yves leaned against the driver''s side door, arms crossed. "That''s because we have Ms. Green. With her on the case, any tricky situation is just a walk in the park. Isn''t that right, Ms. Green?"


    Hannah quickly got into the car, wanting no part in their verbal sparring.


    "Mr. Rosenberg, I have to run. You know how it is good talent is hard to find. I have to treasure mine." Heughed as he got into the car, deliberately leaving the window down to lean toward Hannah. "Aren''t you going to say goodbye to your husband? You seem like strangers."


    "Mr. Lancaster, I believe your assistant mentioned you have a meeting this afternoon. We''ll bete if we don''t leave now."


    Yves paused, thenughed genuinely. "You know, if you ever get tired of being awyer, you''d make an excellent personal assistant. You remember everything. Let me know, and I''ll hire you."


    Hannah ignored him, her gaze fixed on Lionel, who was getting into his car with an air of indifference and driving off in the direction of the hospital.


    Inside Lionel''s car, Owen swallowed nervously, his eyes glued to the rearview mirror, barely daring to breathe.


    "Did you not send her the interview time?" Lionel''s sharp voice cut through the silence.


    Owen''s grip on the steering wheel tightened. "You said you were bringing her to the office, so I didn''t send a separate notification. And, well, you know she''s not fond of me. I didn''t want to bother her."


    He quickly added, "Mr. Rosenberg, I''ll have someone reschedule right away and send her the details for a new interview."


    He had assumed it was just another one of the missus''s jealous fits, demanding a job to spite Ms. Woods, and that Mr. Rosenberg was just cating her. He had


    only told HR to ask a few questions and give her a do-nothing position.


    He never imagined Mr. Rosenberg was serious about bringing her into thepany.


    Lionel stared at the two boxes of pastries on the seat beside him. "Don''t bother. If she''d rather suffer at someone else''spany, let her."


    She had whispered in Grandma''s ear, manipting her into


    demanding a position for her at the Rosenberg Group. Now that he had agreed, she was deliberately acting Fout


    Was she waiting for him to beg her to join?


    Did she really think she was some innocent girl who needed to be coddled?


    "When Sandra has recovered, give her a position in the legal department. Make sure everyone knows," Lionel said, turning to look out the window. A dark clou@was rolling in, and the wind was picking up.  shovels


    "Yes, sir!" Owen replied.


    It was clear who truly mattered to Mr. Rosenberg.


    Hannah had Yves drop her at the subway station.


    "It''s about to pour. Are you sure you don''t want me to drive you home?" Yves asked, his arm resting on the open window.


    "Thank you, Mr. Lancaster, but I''ll be fine. You should get back for your meeting," Hannah said with a gentle smile, heading for the station entrance.


    Watching her leave, the smile vanished from Yves'' face, reced by a somber expression.


    "What''s so great about Lionel? She


    treats him like he''s a treasure, and


    is


    this to how he treats her. Serves her right he muttered before driving


    Just as Hannah reached the tform, a train arrived. But her luck ran out when she exited the station to find the sky had opened up in a torrential downpour.


    The walk from the subway to the Rosenberg estate was over half an hour.


    "I knew you''d leave without an umbre, so I came to get you!" Hannah heard the voice and looked up.