Extravagant Tastes and Bitter Feuds

Elara maintained her composure as the news of her collaboration with Mr. Robinson settled in. The business arrangement was finalized, and despite Jorge's initial attitude, she felt confident in her decision. Theodore's favor was indeed worth the potential headache.

Julian guided her toward the restaurant entrance, his hand resting lightly on her elbow. "You handled that better than I would have," he murmured.

"Professional courtesy costs nothing," she replied with a small smile.

The restaurant bustled with evening patrons. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over pristine white tablecloths. Wait staff moved silently between tables, balancing trays of exquisitely plated dishes.

Julian spotted the hostess and approached her. "Reservation for Croft and Vance."

The hostess checked her tablet. "Of course, Mr. Croft. Your table will be ready in about fifteen minutes. Would you like to wait at the bar?"

Julian nodded, and they moved toward the bar area. That's when Elara saw them.