Chapter 3 - The Disbelief
The security guards tensed up immediately, their knuckles turning white against their sidearms as they exchanged uncertain, panicked glances.
Coyle stepped forward, his heavy leather boots clicking softly against the hardwood floor. He looked at the perfectly seared steak, then at the bottle of expensive red wine resting beside the crystal glass of water.
"That's impossible, sir," Coyle said, his voice shocked and laced with defensive tension. "The kitchen was locked down two hours ago. Every single ingredient was tested by our private team before preparation. She's lying to cause chaos."
Ronan didn't take his eyes off Tessa. He leaned back slightly, his dark gaze piercing into her soul, searching for any flicker of deceit, hesitation, or madness.
Slowly, Ronan lowered his arm, placing the silver fork down against the linen tablecloth. Tessa gradually released her grip on his wrist, her hands shaking as she pulled them back against her flour-dusted apron.
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"Who sent you?" Ronan asked, his tone quiet, commanding, and absolute.
👉 What secret ingredient had someone sneaked into the private kitchen under Coyle's nose?
