Beneath The Contract
Arthur said, swatting Zeke’s arm.
Slowly, Zeke shifted his gaze. "Zeke Yuan Zhao," he said, his voice a low, smooth baritone. He offered his hand.
Xielle reached out. "Xielle Khione." The moment her palm touched his, it felt like an electric current. His grip was firm, but his eyes remained ice-cold.
"I’ve heard... interesting things about Miss Khione," Zeke said, his voice dripping with hidden meaning.
"I hope what you heard about me is a good review," Xielle tilted her chin up. Arthur, sensing the thinning air, excused himself to get more drinks.
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