Chapter 65: The Grand Proposal
(Adrian's POV)
I leaned back in the leather chair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. The whiskey left slow, oily legs on the crystal as I watched it settle. It didn't take a genius to figure out why Ella had excused herself so abruptly. The poor girl was a nervous wreck; she had definitely run off to the restroom to report back to Caroline.
My phone buzzed against the white tablecloth.
I glanced at the screen. A message from Caroline.
*Busy?*
I didn't reply. I just tapped my fingers rhythmically against the mahogany table. *Thump. Thump. Thump.*
She was impatient. Good.
A minute later, the screen lit up again.
*I'll come find you after the meeting. We are partners now, right?*
I smirked, watching the text bubble fade. She was testing
