LEILA"She's here, Leila," Karl said. His voice sounded hollow. "The transfer cleared. Now, look at her and take your apology."I didn't answer. I glanced at my phone slightly, the screen was glowing with a notification on the bedside table. My gaze remained locked on Natalia. I wanted her to speak.Natalia pulled her arm out of Karl’s grip with a sharp jerk, adjusting her designer coat. She swallowed hard."Leila," she began, her tone carrying a practiced, dripping sweetness that made my skin prickle. "I'm truly sorry if there was a misunderstanding outside the dining room at the hotel. Tempers were high, and…""Stop," I cut her off. My voice was quiet.She froze, her lips parting in anger. Beside her, Karl’s jaw tightened, his fingers clenching into a fist at his side."That wasn't the condition, Natalia," I said, leaning forward slightly, my eyes boring into hers. "Look at your fiancé. Tell him exactly what you did on the threshold of that elevator while he was sitting inside the d
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