Chapter 11. Confrontation

Ricard stood still, his sharp eyes sweeping over Mr. Meller. “Mr. Meller,” he said, his deep voice carrying an undeniable command, “wait for me in the private room. I’ll be in shortly.”

Though Mr. Meller hesitated, he couldn’t defy Ricard’s words. He glanced at Emma one last time, his eyes filled with regret and desire, as if unwilling to leave. Sensing the situation, Emma gave him a flirtatious smile and playfully winked at him. He seemed entranced, unable to take his eyes off her.

Before turning to leave, Mr. Meller raised his hand, making a small gesture with his fingers, indicating that they would exchange contact information later. It was a suggestive move, and Emma understood its meaning perfectly. She smiled lightly, not hiding the flirtation in her eyes.

But just then, a strong hand grasped her wrist, startling her. Emma quickly turned around, her gaze locking with Ricard’s cold eyes. He was closer now, his face showing a clear expression of sternness and s