Semua Bab One Night with My Ex-Fiancé’s Ruthless Brother: Bab 71 - Bab 80

(Nora POV)Eleanor studied me for a moment before she spoke. "You are the loyal friend," Eleanor Churchill said. I'd been waiting for my coffee. Then Eleanor Churchill appeared beside me with the impossible precision of someone who never wandered anywhere by accident.I'd been waiting for my coffee.I offered a polite smile that didn't reach very far. "I'm Nora Santoso, In case you planned to look me up later." She chose the nearest café table without asking — not invasively close, but close enough that standing If I stayed at the counter, I'd be making a scene. So I crossed the room instead. She put her gloves on the table. The gloves were cream, which Nora noted because most people wore dark gloves to funerals and Eleanor had apparently decided that. Eleanor had always looked like someone who quietly edited rules to fit herself. I took my coffee over and sat across from her.She folded her hands neatly before asking. "How long have you known Leon?" Eleanor asked. Pleasantly. The w

(Keyla POV) Holt placed the letter between us, then lingered for half a heartbeat, as though deciding whether either of us might change our minds before we opened it. Through the glass panel I could still see him in the adjoining room, coffee untouched, deliberately looking everywhere except at us. The envelope sat between us exactly where Holt had left it. I'd been staring at it long enough to know I was avoiding it.He didn't reach for the envelope. Didn't even glance at it. Only at me. "You don't have to read it with me here," Draxler said.I let out a breath that almost became a laugh. "Trust Augustus to keep managing people after he was dead." I tapped the edge of the envelope. "He wanted you here, If he insisted on this..."I looked from the envelope to Draxler. "...then he expected both of us to hear the same thing." A tiny shake of my head. "Amazing." I couldn't help it. "He's managed to annoy me from the grave."He accepted that without trying to defend Augustus. For once,

(POV Keyla) The room stayed quiet long enough that Holt turned the page, checked his place, and waited. Eleanor was the one who finally broke the silence. She didn't lean forward or raise her voice. If anything, she sounded almost thoughtful. "Why the wedding night?" It wasn't an accusation. She asked it carefully, each word measured, as though she already suspected the answer might be worse than the question itself.Holt glanced back at the document before answering, almost as if he wanted Augustus's words in front of him rather than relying on memory. "Mr. Churchill attached a timeline review to the clause." He found the paragraph he wanted, let his eyes scan it once, then continued. "According to his written reasoning, the hotel records from that evening represent the clearest available record of movement and circumstance." Holt looked up briefly.b"He believed they would become relevant if Leo's connection to the family was ever formally challenged." My eyes dropped to the poli

(Draxler POV) The last person I expected to find was Leo. He was tucked beneath the desk in the small side room off the east corridor, hidden well enough that I might've walked past if the room hadn't felt just a little too quiet. Leo sat with his back against one of the desk legs, knees pulled close to his chest. The tips of his little velcro shoes peeked out beneath the desk, the only part of him that wasn't trying very hard to disappear. I'd been looking for Keyla. Finding Leo here instead stopped me in the doorway before I even realized I'd stopped walking. The corridor had been almost unnaturally still. It wasn't complete silence that drew me here. It was the kind of quiet people made when they were trying very hard not to be noticed. I rested my knuckles lightly against the wooden frame. The door was already open, but somehow knocking still felt like the right thing to do. Two curious eyes appeared beneath the edge of the desk. Leo looked at me without blinking, watchi

(Keyla POV) I sent the contract back with more red lines than original text, which Priscilla said was either aggressive or thorough depending on who was receiving it. The original had come through Marcus, twelve pages, the language clean and corporate in the way that things were clean when someone had taken care to remove anything obviously problematic and assumed the rest would slide through. It didn't slide through. I went through it clause by clause at the hotel desk while Nora sat beside me with her own coffee and said "yes," "no," or "absolutely not" at irregular intervals, which was the closest thing to a legal review I had at eleven at night. By the time I was done, the margins were covered. I added: *Leo Tamara will not appear in any statement, summary, press release, or internal communication produced under this engagement.* I added: *No private meetings without a written agenda submitted at least twenty-four hours in advance.* I added: *Keyla Tamara retains final aut