Chapter 42 Saving Mary

Vivian Donovan and Curtis Huxley were the center of attention as they enjoyed skewers at a roadside food stall. "Your parents are back in their hometown. When are you going to start working at my company?" Curtis asked, biting into a lamb skewer. Despite being Mr. Bernard of the Huxley family—one of Westmoor's four great clans—he dined at this humble stall with an air of aristocracy that set him apart from the locals. "What does your company do?" Vivian asked, observing Curtis in his loud floral shirt and matching pants, sunglasses perched on his nose. His flashy attire couldn't overshadow his dangerously handsome, almost supernatural charm. Curtis was undeniably stunning, exuding a natural "bad boy" aura. "I was asking you," he replied. "I studied marketing management." "Then join the projects division at my company. Pick up some real skills." "Is that even possible?" "I'm the boss. I call the shots," Curtis said with a cocky grin. Vivian's question wasn't about permission; she wonder