Chapter 191: The Devil in a Tailored Suit
Chapter 191 – The Devil in a Tailored Suit
She looked from the TV—still looping the Fiera Ninevyn fashion show replay—back to the man himself.
The devil in a tailored suit.
Legs crossed, eyes calm, back leaned casually into the velvet booth as if he was the main character of every stock market scandal and forbidden romance ever written. A soft breeze from the air conditioning fluttered the tips of his collar. The sunlight hit his jawline just right, catching the slight gleam of his cufflinks and that devil-may-care glow he wore like cologne.
He didn’t look at them.
Didn’t move.
Didn’t acknowledge.
Just... sipped his tea and watched the city outside like he owned it.
Even the way he held the cup was rude. Like elegance had personally enrolled him in finishing school just to be humiliated.
Serelina swallowed, hard.
The resemblance wasn’t just close. It was him. The same man who turned a fashion show into a slow-motion sin. Who hugged Fiera like she was both an accessory and a prize. The man whose face now lived in every desperate influencer’s folder under do not compete.
"So," Serelina said slowly, voice syrup-thick and gleaming with false innocence. "He’s rich, right?"