Quinn White's eyes widened in shock.
'Hadn't Mia Grant said Silas Grant knew nothing about this blind date?'
'Or is he just trying to trick me?'
Quinn White remained calm, her eyes quickly scanning the man's features, trying to spot a crack in his facade.
But sitting across from her was an old fox who had navigated the business world for years with ease, never letting his emotions show.
Meeting her probing gaze, Silas Grant knew exactly what she was thinking.
"She's the one who sent you here tonight."
The man's tone was certain.
"Tonight, you wore clothes in a color I like and brought up topics I enjoy."
Quinn White forced a smile. "Mr. Grant, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
Silas Grant nodded, not at all annoyed, and continued, "Your smile tonight feels deliberately imitated."
"It's not very natural. Including the one you have on right now."
"…" Quinn White's breath hitched, the smile freezing on her lips.
