Chapter 249 – Rejected
The man in the corner—the old-money type with the smug posture—finally made his move. Lux caught the flick of his wrist, the quiet nod toward one of his underlings in a too-crisp suit.
The younger man rose from his table like a wind-up toy, straightening his tie, and walked toward theirs with the purposeful, polite gait of someone about to offer something they thought was irresistible.
"Miss," the underling said, stopping at Sira's side with a practiced half-bow.
He extended a glossy black envelope embossed with a gold crest. "My employer would like to extend a personal invitation. Dinner. Yacht. Or perhaps an afternoon in Moonaco. He can provide—"
"I'm not interested," Sira said, not even looking up from her omelet. Her fork slid through the lobster like she was performing surgery on something beneath her notice.
