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CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE

ELLA'S POV

Trent's gaze remained fixed on me as the tension-thick silence stretched between us. Finally, he spoke in a low tone.

"I followed you here." His stare drifted down to my uniform dress, raking over me slowly before returning to my face. "Don't tell me you actually work at this place now?"

I bristled slightly at his tone but met his stare. "Yes, I do work here. Is that a problem?"

He simply stared at me, seeming to weigh his response. Then he gave a slight shake of his head. "No, no problem. It's just...I need to talk to you, Ella. Privately."

"Well, you can put that on hold," Ryan's voice rang out as he joined us, positioning himself half in front of me shielding me from Trent. "Ella's in the middle of training with me right now. Official business."

Trent's jaw tightened before he reached into his back pocket and slapped some bills down on a nearby table with a loud smack. "Fine, then I'll order the wagyu steak - premium cut, aged thirty days. And a bottle of your finest cab
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