Chapter 29 Extra Payment

• That evening, Stefano stood in the kitchen, his sharp gaze fixed on every step of the dinner preparation. Every dish meant for Leah had to pass his approval first. The chefs worked under silent pressure, stealing wary glances at the imposing man who scrutinized every ingredient, every movement.
• Clara watched from the doorway, her nails digging into her palms as frustration bubbled inside her. That damn bodyguard was meddling again. She spun on her heel and stormed toward Richard just as he walked in from the office, his expression already sour.
• “Honey, that bastard bodyguard is interfering in everything!” she hissed, her voice low but venomous.