Andrew said, "I didn't mean anything else by it. I just thought it couldn't have been easy for you to make it here to Chetvine on your own, so I just wanted to…" Before he could finish, Elsie interrupted softly. "Mr. Lloyd, I came here of my own choice. I didn't expect to run into someone familiar in a foreign city, and I'm really happy about it. Back in Suite No. 3, you helped me so much. If you ever gave me an order, I'd follow it without hesitation..." Her voice grew quieter, laced with shy nervousness. Elsie was not new to this world. As an auctioneer, she worked in a service industry that was not so different from being a flight attendant: glamorous on the outside, but designed to charm and please the wealthy. Ultimately, it was still about transactions. However, they often came with an unspoken price and a certain social status attached. To her, Andrew's restraint seemed like deliberate modesty, a gentleman's pretense before giving in to desire. However, she did not min
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