It took everything Anya had to force down her jealousy.
She tugged Natalia forward and plastered on a smile.
"Mr. White—this is the person you've been searching for. The Shadow Healer. Natalia."
Andres looked at Natalia with undisguised contempt.
Maeve didn't even bother to lift her eyes. She just kept eating.
Honestly—if Anya was going to stage a surprise, she could've at least made it entertaining.
Natalia, seeing Andres, immediately put on a show of shock.
"How… how is it you?"
Andres arched a brow. "You know me?"
Natalia huffed. "Your memory's awful. We saw each other two days ago—at the Imperial Grand."
Andres gave her a slow once-over, his face blank with confusion.
Maeve offered a sweet, fake reminder. "She's the obsessed girl who photoshopped herself into a picture with you."
The description was so sharp it nearly made Andres laugh.
He lifted a peeled shrimp to Maeve's lips. "Now that you mention it… yeah. I remember."
Natalia's face hardened as the two of them took turns cutting her down.
"I already said I didn't photoshop that—"
Maeve said lightly, "Whether it was edited or not, anyone with a functioning brain can tell."
Natalia turned to Anya. "If these are the clients you meant, I'm not taking this job."
"I have dignity. I have boundaries. I'm not bending for money."
The stubborn, righteous expression on her face was so perfectly acted it could've been ripped straight out of a melodrama.
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