Sips of Seduction: The Billionaire Heiress
“Suppliers panic when it rains.”
Celine nodded, but her intuition whispered otherwise. Marites had always been loyal, yet lately her calm felt… rehearsed. The kind of calm that hid something.
The Watchers
Across the street, the same black sedan idled beneath the rain. The windshield mirrored gray sky, but inside, a man watched through a tablet screen alive with clean, glowing data—café traffic, delivery logs, staff movements.
“Asset One in position,” he murmured. “No breach, but activity fits early-stage patterns.”
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