His voice was low and menacing, and Raina couldn't tell if he was joking or serious.
"Mr. Jenson, are you planning to kill me just because of what happened in the audition room?" Raina's tone softened a bit. "I was just in a panic that day..."
Craig sat down across from her at the long table, casually adjusting the cuff of his coat sleeve, as if he hadn't heard a word she said. He muttered under his breath, "I already told Lance it was just a simple dinner. Why all the unnecessary fanfare? It's ruining the mood."
'So the restaurant is arranged by Lance?'
Just then, her phone buzzed. Craig picked it up, his brows furrowing as he read the message. It was from Lance: [Mr. Jenson, how's the restaurant I booked for you and Ms. Powell? I made sure to tell the staff to give her extra good ser
