Paul brought her to the fanciest place for a cup of coffee. Lola only felt it was extravagant.
"Miss Swain, do you like the coffee here?"
Lola couldn't care less. She took a sip from her cup, putting the cup down against the table with a clink, "Paul, let's get right into the business. What do you want to tell me?"
Lola was quite straightforward. Paul liked that. Compared with pretentious women he had dealt with, Lola was the most suitable for Mr. Dalton. He couldn't deny that.
The assistant smiled faintly, "Miss Swain, I wish I could help you get close to Mr. Dalton. If you come back, I'll tell you everything about him. Things he likes, places he goes… Anything! As long as you want to know."
Lola seemed confused. What was he trying to say?
Was Chase's assistant forming an ally wit
