Chapter 236. The Box

Amelie’s POV

Marc VanHutton has game. He knows what to say and when to say it. It must work wonders for many women, but I see right through him.

“So, Amelie. When are you going to come model in one of my shows?” Marc asked.

“Marc, I’m not a model. I just did Morgan’s show because she’s a good friend,” I answered.

“That’s a shame,” Marc pouted. Not working, Marc.

“Morgan, I think I’m going to head home,” I advised. “I’m still feeling a bit tired from that flu I was battling.”

“I can give you a lift,” Marc offered.

“No, that’s ok, Marc,” I stated. “I’ll just call my driver.”

“Nonsense, it’s no trouble at all,” Marc said, flashing a charming smile.

“Really, it’