Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417: Chapter 13 Evening Preparations

Lila’s POV

Zoe picked up immediately with her characteristic enthusiasm.

"My little protégé! I was just counting down the minutes until you’d call!"

"How did you know I would?" I asked with a laugh.

"Lila, I have a sixth sense about these things. Now tell me straight - when is that gorgeous inspector finally going to claim you completely?"

"You don’t beat around the bush, do you?" Her laughter echoed through the phone. "Actually, he’s picking me up after my evening law seminar and—" But Zoe cut me off before I could finish.

"Evening seminar? Forget that! I’m collecting you shortly. We have serious preparations to make for tonight. Tell that handsome detective I’ll deliver you to his penthouse at eight."

"Zoe, I can’t just—" It was pointless arguing when Zoe set her mind to something.

"Be at the Thorne building entrance soon, Lila! Got to run!" And with that, she hung up.

"But I’ll still be handling contracts when you arrive. It’s still early in the afternoon," I muttered to my silent phone.

I was still reeling from Hurricane Zoe when Ivy materialized at my desk in the Thorne Group legal department.

"Lila! Today’s the big day, huh?" Ivy’s eyes twinkled knowingly. "Pack up your case files and go meet Zoe. You’re officially off for the rest of the day. Have you told Daniel about skipping your law seminar?"

"Not yet..." I stared at her, puzzled. "How are you involved in this?"

"Zoe called me to make sure you’d follow orders," she explained with a conspiratorial smile.

"But Ivy, I can’t just walk out on work," I protested.

"Actually, you can." Caleb’s voice drifted over as he passed my desk heading toward Xavier’s office. "It’s all arranged."

"You told him?" I whispered to Ivy, feeling my face flush crimson.

"He’s my husband and Daniel’s closest ally," she whispered back like we were sharing family secrets.

"Just kill me now," I groaned, dropping my head onto my desk as Ivy laughed.

I called Daniel to explain I’d be skipping my evening seminar and that Zoe would drop me off at his penthouse by eight. Of course, he couldn’t leave it at that.

"Is everything okay, little one?" His concern was evident even through the secure line.

"Everything’s fine, she’s just helping me with something," I replied, trying to stay vague.

"What something?" he pressed with that authoritative tone that made my pulse quicken.

"Can’t you just be happy I’ll be there earlier?" I attempted to redirect the conversation, unsure how to explain Zoe’s mysterious pre-evening preparations.

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