Dalton stood arm-in-arm with a young woman, who was taller than him.

"My beautiful Giselle, are you interested in getting a drink with me?" Dalton asked teasingly as he approached her.

He looked at Giselle from top to bottom, but he ignored Darryl, who stood beside her.

He thought that Darryl was a bodyguard because of his sunglasses.

Giselle pursed her lips; she did not reply to him. She felt disgusted whenever she thought about his hands on her when she had an interview in Dalton's company.

Dalton was angry with Giselle's silence. "Giselle Lindt, why are you a prude? How are you these days? No one is offering you movie deals and or even advertisements, right? Do you know the reason for that?"

Dalton looked triumphant.

Giselle's neutral expression turned into anger. "You are the one behind that?"

Darryl's brows furrowed even more.

Giselle had stayed in the company building for some time because she had nothing else to do. In comparison, Lana's schedule was packed even though