Lora Hale had expected many kinds of replies from Ace Kane, but definitely not the one he gave her.
“What Cathy Black?” Ace asked, eyebrows raised. “Who is she? What does she do?”
Lora froze for two full seconds before her brain rebooted.
“High—High Yao… I mean, Cathy Black, the woman I just showed you!” she sputtered, pointing at her phone as if Ace had suddenly gone blind.
To prove it, she stepped right beside him and leaned over his desk, placing her phone flat on the table.
While scrolling to the photo, she unknowingly presented Ace with a very different “scenery.”
Her loose collar dipped forward with her posture, giving Ace a perfectly aligned view straight down.
Beneath the light fabric of her blouse, the pink lace b*a—complete with tiny teardrop-shaped ornament—came into clea
