The Platonic Trap novel Chapter 92

Alistair nodded and took another sip of his drink. "I'm not as busy as you think. Call me if you have any problems. I'll pick up."

Celia smiled brightly, her eyes practically shining. "Okay."

...

Alistair was only staying here for a meal. He had to leave after dinner.

This estate was located in the southern part of the Capital. The staff called it "the Aerie Manor."

The Aerie Manor was far from Zucker Corporation, which was why Alistair rarely visited.

Before leaving the estate, Alistair told Celia, "Tell the staff if you need anything. Call me if anything happens."

Celia smiled and nodded. "I know, Uncle Alistair. You've already said that so many times."

Putting on his suit jacket, Alistair turned to leave.

"Wait a second!"

Celia called out to him.

Alistair stopped and turned to look at her.

Celia took a few steps forward, stopping right in front of him.

Before he could react, she stood slightly on her tiptoes and neatly pulled the collar of his dress shirt out from under his jacket.

The crisp scent of lily of the valley washed over him instantly, then vanished just as quickly.

With just a quick motion, Celia finished adjusting it and took a few steps back.

The entire process was swift and natural. By the time Alistair fully realized what was happening, she had already retreated to a proper social distance.

Pursing her lips in a smile, Celia looked completely nonchalant. "Your collar was tucked in."

As if fixing his collar was the most normal thing in the world.

Alistair's eyelashes fluttered as he lowered his eyes. He simply murmured, "Mm," said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Watching Alistair's retreating figure, the corners of Celia's mouth lifted, the smile in her eyes deepening.

Stepping into his personal space—she had completed the first phase.

...

Most of the time, she texted him.

Sometimes she sent him photos of the meals the chef prepared, and other times she updated him on everyday supplies needed for the estate.

Alistair couldn't reply immediately most of the time, leading Celia to guess he was probably in meetings or handling business.

But generally, within half an hour, no matter what Celia sent, Alistair would reply with a short message confirming he had seen it.

So, when she received the invitation to the university's graduation ceremony, Celia raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips.

She thought for a moment. This time, she called Alistair.

Meanwhile, in the Zucker Corporation conference room.

The atmosphere in the room was suffocating.

Successive data reporting errors from several executives had caused the man at the head of the table to look incredibly grim.

Everyone in the room was on edge, practically trembling.

That was when the phone rang.