As soon as I finished speaking, Nicholas’s smile cracked like thin ice.
I raised an eyebrow, Ronald’s brows furrowed. “Didn’t you say Reverie joined your company? I came here just to find him. Where is he?”
He actually came here just for me? Why?
I was caught off guard, instantly thinking of my designs he kept in his office. Was he trying to meet Reverie?
Then it hit me—I shot Nicholas another death glare.
Weren’t we clear? No revealing my real identity. Why’s he flipping the script on me again?
Sensing my sharp stare, Nicholas explained quickly, “Yeah, I told you when he joined, but you never showed up, went off doing something else. Anyway, Reverie... already quit. And I’ve lost contact with him.”
The day I joined? That was right after his fashion show mess—the one
