Sweet Subterfuge novel by Trina Duo novel Chapter 445

Everyone looked over—Kevan included. The moment his gaze landed on her, his eyes widened slightly in surprise. But soon, he calmly let out a faint smile.

Larissa ignored his gesture of goodwill and quickly averted her gaze to the producer next to him.

"Hello, Mr. Hart!" She went over and held out her hand toward him.

Zack Hart knew her. When the production crew of "Time of Childhood" first came to the hotel, Larissa had personally gone to meet with him. "Ms. Seymour, hi!" He stood up and shook her hand.

Their joined hands just happened to be in front of Kevan's eyes. He pressed his lips together for a couple of seconds as he forced down his displeasure and raised an eyebrow before asking, "Ms. Seymour?"

Zack quickly introduced her to him. "This is Ms. Seymour, the general manager of the Winston Hotel."

Kevan rose up gracefully and intercepted Larissa's hand, his eyes slightly narrowed with a teasing hint in them. "Hello, Ms. Seymour."

His ever-cold hand caused Larissa to shiver. She did her best to maintain her calmness as she replied in a low voice. "Hello, Mr. Rogers."

She tried to remove her hand, but Kevan's fingers tightened around hers. His scorching gaze fixed on her, Kevan asked, "Ms. Seymour, you know who I am?"

Larissa smiled politely. "Who wouldn't know you, Mr. Rogers? You're the president of Microworks Corporation."

However, the moment she finished speaking, a series of gasps sounded from around her. One could hear the muttering coming over from a few other tables nearby. "Is that the president of Microworks Corporation?"

"That can't be? Is Microworks' mysterious president that handsome? I thought he was some old man!"

"Bruuuuh! Quick, snap a pic and upload that to Instagram!! We're eating with the fucking president of Microworks! This will probably be the only chance that we can do that!"

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Zack had only extended that invitation out of courtesy, so he just let it be after being refused.

After leaving the buffet restaurant, the assistant manager asked Larissa excitedly, "Ms. Seymour, do you know the president of Microworks Corporation?"

Although Kevan had been in a coma for those few years, he was still at the top of the wealth ranking list through Microworks. The average person would always look up to him with plenty of admiration and envy.

"Can't say that I know him." Larissa's expression was bland. "I just happened to live in the same residential area as him, and happened to have the opportunity to meet him a few times only."

The assistant manager's eyes widened. "Really? Shouldn't a rich person like him be living in a massive villa or something?"

"Maybe it's easier for him to go to work by living there." Larissa simply threw out a random answer before changing the subject. "The professors who will be attending the economic forum tomorrow will be arriving soon. Please go down and check if everything is ready later."