Zoya frowned. By her count, Christian Denver was the ideal candidate to head the Pharaoh group of companies. Knowing the man's ambitions, she was sure that this was his goal.
"Grandpa likes you. We are perfect for each other in terms of personal qualities. This union will be beneficial to everyone. I see no reason to refuse." She said it with the same ease with which she hummed the melody to which they were currently dancing.
Denver looked at Zoya again, as if he saw her for the first time. She seems to be a fragile girl, but where does such a pressure come from? Was she a military tank in a past life? Just to go ahead, not a single step back, despite the open hints of her opponent to stop all this?
"I do not love you. You do not love me. Is this not a sufficient reason?"