But despite her resolve, she found herself unable to resist glancing his way.

Marcus had moved to the smoking area. He leaned on the back of a sofa as he smoked, looking so hot.

He gazed in Melissa's direction with deep eyes.

There was a mix of mockery and indifference in his eyes.

Soon after, a petite, secretary-like woman approached him and said softly, "Mr. Fowler, your presidential suite is ready. It spans 700 square meters. I'll be staying in the outermost room."