Chapter 82: Ethan’s Move
The golden glow of evening settled over the Parisian skyline as the matchmakers of L’Amour Élite gathered at a posh rooftop lounge overlooking the Seine River. The air was filled with the sound of clinking glasses, soft jazz music, and the hum of sophisticated conversation.
Ava adjusted the strap of her elegant yet practical black dress and took a deep breath.
"Another day, another matchmaking event," she muttered, surveying the glamorous crowd.
Ryan, standing beside her, leaned in close. "At least we get free champagne this time."
Ava arched a brow. "You sound way too excited about that."
Ryan smirked. "You underestimate my appreciation for expensive alcohol."
Before Ava could respond, her eyes landed on Ethan Chase.
And immediately, she knew something was up.
Ethan was leaning against the bar, flashing his most charming, snake-oil-salesman smile at none other than Margaux Duval.
The head of L’Amour Élite, Margaux was an enigma—effortlessly elegant, terrifyingly intelligent, and completely unreadable.
Yet there she was, listening to Ethan, her expression unreadable but her perfectly manicured fingers drumming against her champagne glass.