Cedric gazed at the untouched feast spread out on the table, the aroma wafting through the air, and thought to himself that he could easily put in another twenty years working for his boss if this was part of the job perks.


    As Remington slid into the driver''s seat and pulled away from the Starlight Group headquarters, he received another photo from Timothy, even more shocking than the first.


    The man who was merely standing beside Lizetta, offering her a single rose in the first picture, was now sitting across from her, engaged in what seemed like a delightful conversation.


    To add to Remington''s dismay, Lizetta''s hand had somehow found its way into the man''s grasp!


    **[Remi, it looks like Lizzy''s on a blind date, and things seem to be going pretty well. Lizzy promised to give you a chance, but could she be just leading you on?]** Timothy''s message was apanied by a meme of a dog with a shocked expression.


    Remington mmed his phone down on the dashboard, a cold chill settling in his eyes.


    Back at the restaurant, a few minutes earlier, Lizetta turned in surprise at the sight of a rose being presented to her.


    Standing by her side was a lean young man with charming, slightly lighter- colored, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with amber hues under the sunlight, smiling at her with amusement.


    Lizetta was taken aback, especially since Jerome, who was setting up his friend Ynda on blind dates, hadn''t shown the guy Ynda''s picture. Considering Ynda was a minor celebrity, any genuinely interested and reliable guy would have done his homework.


    Her brows furrowed slightly, but the man quickly apologized with a smile.


    "Sorry, miss, I mistook you for someone else," he said, nodding politely and then scanning the room with a hint of confusion in his gaze.


    Lizetta smiled gently and stood up.


    "You must be Mr. Shawn, right? I''m a friend of Ynda''s, just keeping herpany here. Yoli had to take a call and will be right back. Please, take a seat, Mr. Shawn."


    Shawn, a cosmetic surgeon who owned several clinics frequented by celebrities, was introduced to Ynda by Jerome, thinking their social circles might ovep well.


    Shawn was charming and well-dressed, his conversation polite and engaging, and he seemed to know quite a bit about the beauty concerns that most women have.


    Sitting across from Lizetta, he made the conversation easy and pleasant.


    "Cheekbones are a crucial aspect of facial structure, and many people suffer from premature aging due to high cheekbones, especially if they also steep on their sides. It''s a disaster, really. But Ms. Madden and Ms. Ynda, you both don''t have


    such worries. Your facial structures are exceptionally well-formed..."


    Lizetta nodded, then yfully asked, "So, Dr. Shawn, in your expert opinion, who


    has the facial structure that''s more resistant to aging, me or Yoli?"


    She clearly threw a curveball, aiming to test Shawn''s integrity. Since he was here for Ynda, ttering another woman in her absence would be a poor show of character, making further interest in him


    unwarranted from Lizett


    perspective.


    Shawn raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Honestly, Ms. Ynda already has a youthful, doll-like face that seems ageless. She could.


    probably y a high school stol not


    even ten years from now without it feeling off.


    As for Ms. Madden, your bone structure and skin are both excellent. Ten years down the line, you''ll likely be even more radiant. Twenty years on, both of you will surely be the epitome of ageless beauty."


    After his assessment, Shawn took a sip of water, then looked up with a feigned nervous expression.