Emma toyed with the business card, her gaze unfocused, sighing repeatedly.
"Good heavens, that's your third sigh this evening. He just invited you to a cocktail party." Leila couldn't stand it anymore. She wrinkled her nose, snatched the card, and clicked her tongue. "But honestly, Chaplin is a real looker and loaded. You should seize the opportunity."
Chaplin Eden was the young heir to the Eden Group and a young designer recently popular with the younger generation. Leila had seen him in numerous fashion magazines.
Leila looked at Emma, lowered her voice, and said mysteriously, "Who knows, you might even have a wonderful date!"
"Please, Leila, don't joke." Emma was in no mood. She forced a smile and rested her head on the table.
Of course, she knew Chaplin was handsome, but he was al
