Chapter 15 - Ezra Stands Up Realizing His Arrogant Bet Is Lost
With trembling arms, Ezra pushed himself up off the canvas, gripping the velvet ring rope for physical support.
He looked at Nessa with a completely transformed expression—no longer dismissing her as background furniture, but as a formidable equal.
A slow, tired laugh escaped his lips, tasting of bruised ribs and shattered expectations.
“Where... where did you learn to move like that?” Ezra wheezed, wiping a drop of sweat from his chin.
“Bangkok, 2018,” Nessa replied flatly. “You should check my background files more thoroughly next time you book string quartets.”
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Ezra nodded slowly, acknowledging his defeat without a single ounce of petty bitterness or excuse-making.
“You won the bet, Miss Caldwell,” Ezra said, signaling for Pavl to bring him his suit jacket and checkbook.
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