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CHAPTER 21

Author: Ehimen isabella
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-29 23:13:09

Ximena stepped into the luxury restaurant, heels clicking against marble floors, every step confident and unhurried. She was dressed in black, her silk blouse tucked into a high-waisted skirt, her hair pulled into a low chignon. She looked every bit the woman who couldn’t be rattled.

She gave her name to the hostess and was led through the candle-lit dining room to a corner booth.

But when she reached the table, she stopped.

Leandro Cruz was already seated there, wine glass in hand, the curve of a smirk dancing across his lips.

“Investor had to cancel,” he said smoothly, raising his glass. “So I figured I’d save your night.”

Ximena’s eyes narrowed.

“You set this up,” she said.

“Only partly,” Leandro replied. “He did cancel. I just happened to be in the area. Thought I’d take his seat.”

She turned to leave.

“Ximena,” he said, setting the glass down, “you’re too sharp to run. Sit. Let’s talk business… or enemies. Dealer’s choice.”

Her heels hovered a second longer, then she slowly slid
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