Chapter 107

The next day, Christina boarded the plane as planned.

To her surprise, her company had booked her a first-class ticket. She had stayed up all night and hadn't slept well, so this was a perfect opportunity to catch up on some rest.

But just as she settled into her seat, someone arrived beside her. She quickly placed her luggage in the overhead compartment and turned to see that it was William.

"Are you stalking me?" Christina blurted out instinctively.

William glanced at her indifferently. "I'm on a business trip."

Christina pressed her lips together and said nothing more.

The two-hour flight was pure torture for her. When they finally landed, she waited at the airport entrance for her ride.

Soon, a luxury car pulled up in front of them. "Mr. Cavendish, Ms. Windsor, please get in. The hotel is ready for you."

"You?" Christina pointed incredulously at William and asked the driver, "He's with me?"

The driver smiled and nodded. "Yes, didn't he tell you? Mr. Cavendish is the lead on this project and recommended you as the designer."

"No way, I'm going back!" Christina turned to leave.

William spoke calmly from the side, "Don't forget, you signed a contract. If you breach it, you'll have to pay a hefty penalty."

Christina bit her lip hard. "You set me up."

William scoffed, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Set you up? You're giving yourself too much credit."

"Then what do you mean?" Christina chased after him.

But William simply got into the car. "We're leaving in one minute. If she doesn't get in, just leave her."

The driver looked troubled, seeing the two of them about to argue.

Christina gritted her teeth. She had read the contract and knew that breaching it would indeed cost her a significant amount of money. At the time, she thought the high penalty was just a precaution from the other party, but now she realized it was a trap.

With no other choice, she got into the car.

The company had arranged for them to stay at a five-star hotel, in the presidential suite.

Once inside, Christina clenched her fists and told herself, "Fine, no matter what, I'll finish my work first. I'll deal with everything else later."

She really had no other options.

She took out her paper and drawing tools, planning to work on some designs.

But just as she started sketching, there was a knock on the door. She opened it with the security chain still on and saw that it was William.

"They've prepared a welcome banquet for us. As the designer, you have to attend."

"Tell them I'm not feeling well," Christina didn't want to go.

"You seem perfectly fine to me," William squinted at her. "I'm not lying for you. If you want to breach the contract, go ahead."

With that, he turned and left.

Christina had no choice but to quickly get ready and head downstairs.

The car was already waiting for her.

As the car drove away from the hotel, Christina sat with a sullen face, not saying a word. She couldn't understand why William was treating her this way.

The banquet was lavishly decorated, with all kinds of food and drinks. The guests were all prominent figures, chatting and laughing, creating a lively atmosphere.

As they entered, someone approached them. "Mr. Cavendish, long time no see."

William smiled. "Yeah, it's been a while. Christina, this is Nolan."

Christina greeted him, "Hi there!"

"This is the designer Mr. Cavendish spoke so highly of. He insisted on having you for this project. You must be very talented," Nolan looked Christina up and down, seemingly impressed.

"Nolan, you're too kind," Christina replied modestly.

"Mr. Cavendish rarely recommends someone so strongly. You two must have a special relationship?" Nolan asked with a gossipy tone.

Christina immediately responded gracefully, "We're just colleagues. Mr. Cavendish is already engaged, so let's not joke about that."

Nolan scratched his head. "Sorry about that."

He looked at Christina with admiration. "Ms. Windsor, would you like to join me for the opening dance?"

"She seems to be my date," William's tone was unusually calm, revealing no emotion.

Christina cleared her throat. "It's fine. As guests, it's only right to dance with Nolan."

She handed her hand to Nolan, and they entered the dance floor together.

Though Nolan wasn't particularly handsome and was in his thirties, he was witty and charming. "Ms. Windsor, when you walked in, I thought an angel had descended."

Christina couldn't help but laugh. "Do you often compliment people like this, Nolan?"

"I only compliment beautiful women," Nolan said with a smile.

Christina laughed even more.

Nolan suddenly stared into her eyes. "Ms. Windsor, someone as beautiful as you must already have a significant other, right?"

Christina glanced at William and deliberately said, "I'm too busy with work to focus on my personal life. But Nolan, you seem to have it all together. You must have a happy family."

"Actually, we're quite similar. I was so focused on work when I was younger that I forgot to get married and have kids," Nolan's gaze grew more intense.

Christina joked with a smile, "Then you better hurry up, Nolan."

Nolan's eyes never left her. "I never met anyone I liked before."

"And now? Have you met someone now?" Christina tilted her head and asked.

Before she could finish, the song ended, and William came over to pull her away.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself."

"What's with that look? Are you jealous?" Christina teased him.

William sneered. "You throw yourself at any rich guy. Christina, are you that cheap? Nolan already has a family."

Christina knew that, but she didn't care.

She just smiled lightly and said, "You seem more anxious than I am. Are you jealous of me getting close to other men?"

"You're overestimating yourself," William's cold eyes fixed on her.

"Good!" Christina shook off his hand.

She walked into the crowd, holding her glass and chatting confidently. When someone invited her to dance, she agreed without hesitation.

"Ms. Windsor, you are truly beautiful."

"Thank you for the compliment," Christina didn't know how many people she had danced with, but she moved gracefully like a butterfly throughout the evening.