Chapter 238

Seeing that David didn't respond, Rosalind furrowed her brows. "We met at the local fashion design competition. Do you remember me?" she asked, her voice tinged with hope. "Sorry, I don't," David replied flatly. As he began to raise the window, Rosalind pressed both hands against it. "Take your hands off," David said, his voice icy. "You're Mr. David Peterson, former CFO of Whitmore Group. I know who you are," Rosalind said. David was already on edge, and hearing Rosalind mention his past only intensified his frustration. Fearing David's temper, Marcus quickly stepped in. "Miss, please let go," he said. "I just want to talk for a minute, Mr. Peterson. Is that alright?" Rosalind asked. David was struck by Rosalind's beauty time and again. He knew countless women, but none compared to her. A single glance and stray lock of hair was enough to leave him utterly captivated. Rosalind was stunning and alluring, the kind of woman who could effortlessly ignite a man's desire to have