Chapter 5
Outside the sprawling country club venue, the cool autumn breeze hit Julian's face like a refreshing wave of reality. He stopped by his black luxury sedan, turning to look at Maya who stood hesitantly near the curb.
"Do you have a reliable way home, Maya, or should I have my driver take you?" Julian asked with gentle concern. Maya looked down at her light blue work shirt before meeting his steady, protective gaze.
"I take the subway, Mr. Vance, but I'll be fine; thank you for standing up for me back there," Maya said softly. "Nobody deserves to be treated like dirt just because they work for a living," Julian stated with quiet conviction.
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He handed her a business card embossed with his private corporate office contact details. "If that woman or anyone else from her family ever bothers you again, call this number immediately," Julian instructed.
Maya accepted the card with a respectful nod, her eyes reflecting the quiet dignity of a survivor. She turned and walked toward the subway station, leaving the billionaire groom standing alone under the American sky.
