♦♦♦♦He drove faster, the engine growling beneath him as though urging him on, refusing to wait for any response from Eleanor. Every red light, every turn, was ignored in his singular focus. His mind raced as violently as his heartbeat, calculating, planning, imagining the look on Lewis’s face when his carefully laid trap unfolded. The city streets blurred past him, lights streaking like molten gold against the night. Finally, he arrived at Luxe Hotel, the imposing structure bathed in neon and glass reflections, exuding the same elegance and power he wanted to claim tonight.Lucas didn’t waste a second. He strode toward the private room at the bar, his mind practicing every step, every word, every daring move he planned to use to ensnare Eleanor and, in doing so, ruin Lewis’s reputation. He rehearsed facial expressions, casual glances, and playful provocations, ensuring that nothing would betray his intentions. Each gesture was rehearsed to perfection, calculated to both entice Eleano
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