Anya had rehearsed several scripts to force Andres into submission. If he agreed to publicly validate their relationship, she didn't mind letting him trample her dignity into the dirt in private.
However, the mockery and obstacles she anticipated never materialized.
Andres remained silent for a mere few seconds before nodding his consent. "Before eight o'clock tonight, I will issue an official announcement from Orca Group's Twitter account that will satisfy you."
Anya thought she had misheard him. "Mr. White, are... are you joking?"
"Do I look like someone who jokes?" he replied flatly.
Anya hastily shook her head. She just couldn't believe he was being this agreeable. He promised an announcement that would satisfy her. Did that mean he was agreeing to officially bind her to him as his fiancée?
She knew it. Maeve was definitely his weak spot. He had acted nonchalant when he saw the video of Maeve attacking her classmate, but inside, he must have been panicking.
Though Anya was consumed by vicious jealousy toward Maeve, the thought of soon being officially announced as Mrs. White thrilled her. She couldn't wait to see the absolute despair on Maeve's face.
Andres waved a hand dismissively. "We're done here. You can leave."
Anya stayed rooted to her seat, unwilling to depart. "Don't you want to discuss the preparations we need to make after the announcement, Mr. White?"
The woman in his embrace was Maeve.
After leaving Zero Bar the previous night, Andres hadn't taken her back to Azure Bay. The drive from the bar to the bay would have taken at least an hour, while The Imperial was only a ten-minute trip.
The reason for the detour was somewhat embarrassing. Once the intoxicated Maeve had been loaded into the car, she had clung to him like a koala, showering him with aggressive kisses. Her bold, passionate advances completely shattered Andres's usually stoic composure. With a gorgeous woman actively seducing him in his arms, there was no way he could resist.
Consequently, Andres had Murray reroute the car to The Imperial. The couple ended up spending an incredibly passionate and uninhibited night together on this very bed.
Now, thanks to the hangover, Maeve's head was still spinning. She leaned softly against his chest, her voice lazy and drifting, as if she were still half-asleep.

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