Jonathan tightened his grip on Chloe's hand as they exited the boardroom, his determined gaze a silent promise to protect her from Victor's schemes. As they stepped out into the hallway, the familiar clack of heels echoed from around the corner.
A striking woman with raven-black hair and emerald-green eyes appeared, her gaze scanning Jonathan with a knowing smile before flicking to Chloe. She held herself with a polished confidence, and her fitted suit exuded a blend of power and sophistication.
"Jonathan Wells," she greeted, her voice smooth, almost teasing. "I see you're as untouchable as ever." Her gaze flickered toward Chloe. "And who's this?"
"Chloe, this is Natalia Royce," Jonathan said, his tone suddenly distant. "She's an old... acquaintance."
