Chapter 387 Billionaire's Lies

• The brunch chatter still vibrated on Saben's phone, group chat messages rolling in faster than he could swipe them away. Across the street from Café L'Amour, he fiddled with the stiff collar of the blazer Eliana had guilt-tripped him into.
• Across from him, Clarisse Campbell stood propped against the wall with that blasé poisedness he found intriguing and, actually, suspicious. Her eyes roved the empty space next to him.
• Is that seat taken, or are you taking it to sit there alone on purpose?" she asked, her eyebrow raising.