Chapter 966


    Chapter: 966


    Before long, Keegan reentered the room.


    Ance at Rosalynn was enough to direct her into his office.


    Rosalynn,prehending the unspoken instruction, made her way inside.


    Keegan poured a cup of coffee for her, expressing his regret. “I apologize, Rosalynn. | should have never asked you to y my


    girlfriend. | hadn’t foreseen Doreen being so difficult.”


    epting the coffee, Rosalynn offered aforting smile. “I’m alright. What''s your n now? Doreen certainly dangled a


    lucrative opportunity in front of you!”


    Resting on the couch, Keegan sighed. “I made it clear to her. Personal matters and work don’t mix.”Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    Rosalynn, with twinkling eyes, teased him, “Why don’t you appease her for now? Get her family’s business first. The most you''ll


    lose is a bit of your dignity. You’re a man after all; you won''t be at a disadvantage!”


    Amused by her suggestion, Keegan retorted, “Rosalynn, cut me some ck, will you? I’m a man of principles and self-respect.”


    “I''m sorry,” Rosalynn said, herughter echoing through the room.


    Keegan’s eyes met hers. “Rosalynn, the office is likely buzzing with our alleged rtionship. Do you want me to clear the air?”


    Rosalynn brushed off his concern. “Don’t bother. | couldn’t care less about what people say.”


    Seeing her unfazed, Keegan nodded. “Alright, as long as Brian isn’t bothered.”


    “As you put it, he should be pleasing you, not the other way around.


    Even if he is bothered, he''ll have to suppress it,” Rosalynn quipped, causing Keegan to break into Laughter. After a brief chat,


    Rosalynn returned to her work.


    Noontime arrived, and so did a call from Barlow, instructing her to meet him downstairs.


    Rosalynn frowned. “What''s up?”


    “Juste down first. Or should |e upstairs to fetch you?” Barlow probed.


    “ILLe down,” Rosalynn responded, letting out a long sigh. Leaving the studio, she took the elevator to the ground floor.


    Barlow, casually leaning against a Luxury car parked by the roadside, sported sunsses, a crisp white shirt, and ck trousers


    He exuded an air of rxed nobility, holding a thermos in hand.


    Approaching him, Rosalynn demanded, “What''s your game?”


    Removing his sunsses, Barlow extended the thermos to her. “My aunt made soup; she wanted me to deliver it to you.”