Lyon’s POVI stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, watching the city lights flicker below. The space was cold and empty, filled with expensive Italian furniture and silent air, until the private elevator chimed. When the doors opened and Christie stepped out, the entire room suddenly felt like it had a purpose.She was wearing a deep blue dress that made her eyes look like the evening sky. As she walked further into the living area, she stopped, her gaze moving over the marble floors, the modern art on the walls, and the sweeping view of the skyline. She looked overwhelmed, almost small against the grandeur of the apartment."Lyon," she breathed, her voice filled with wonder. "This place... it’s incredible."She walked toward me, but her eyes were still wandering. "I don't even know what to say. The Bentley, the SUV, and now this? You’ve done so much for me in such a short time. I don’t know how to thank you properly."I reached out and caught her hand, pulling her
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