He Has a Fiancée?

"Well, Mr. Nelson, is this the Miss Davis you've mentioned? She's quite stunning!" The girl's laugh was as melodious as silver bells, her voice soft and gentle, making one unable to look away.

Ella took a deep breath and glanced at Eric.

Eric raised an eyebrow and motioned for her to sit beside him.

The private room was already cramped, and sitting next to him would make it even more crowded. But Eric, in his domineering manner, pulled Ella to sit down beside him.

"And she is...?" Ella looked at the girl.

"Guess her age," Eric asked with a playful smile, his lips curling into a mysterious grin.

"Eighteen or nineteen?" Ella estimated, sizing up the girl.

The girl had delicate, charming features, her bright eyes like clear spring water. She wore a white dress, her long hair cascading down, giving her an innocent and pure appearance.