Adrian turned around at the sound of the receptionist’s respectful greeting. His eyes landed on Clara walking side by side with Aisha near the exit. She was dressed neatly in a simple but professional outfit, carrying a small bag, looking nothing like the frightened maid he remembered from the mansion. For a moment, he wasn’t sure. Then recognition hit him hard.“Clara?” he called out, his voice deep and commanding, cutting through the quiet studio.Clara froze mid-step. Her head snapped toward the sound. When she saw Adrian standing there in his dark suit, tall and imposing, her face went pale. Panic flooded her eyes. Without a word, she turned and ran. She pushed past Aisha, who looked confused, and bolted straight out the front door.“Clara!” Adrian shouted, but she didn’t stop.She ran into the street, waving desperately at the first taxi she saw. The driver pulled over quickly. Clara jumped in, slamming the door behind her.“Go!” she gasped. “Please, just drive!”The taxi sped aw
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