Veronica knows Dr. Lia?

At the same time, a luxurious Bentley glided to a stop in front of the restaurant, its polished chrome gleaming under the streetlights. The door swung open, revealing a man with a chiseled jawline, sharp features, and a demeanor as cold as the night air. Dressed in a perfectly tailored German suit, his presence commanded attention. Alexander stepped out, his gaze as calculated as ever, his expression unreadable.

Arm in arm with Veronica, they made their way inside, their footsteps silent against the polished floors. The couple approached a reserved table, and Veronica, adorned in a strapless evening dress with heavy, cakey makeup, smiled weakly at him. "Thank you so much for taking me here, Mr. Brown," she said, her voice laced with both gratitude and a hint of vulnerability.