Ethan Lu never believed in coincidences. Fate was simply an excuse for those who refused to take control of their own lives. So when he saw her again—this time at a high-profile business gala—he knew it wasn't mere chance.
Elaine stood across the room, effortlessly poised, her gaze scanning the crowd with the same quiet confidence he had witnessed before. This time, however, her eyes lingered—just for a second—on him. A fleeting moment, but one he caught without fail.
He smirked. Interesting.
The event was a networking battlefield, filled with corporate sharks and social climbers, all vying for power. But Ethan wasn't here to play games—at least, not with them. His focus was solely on the woman who had piqued his interest.
When their paths finally crossed near the champagne bar, Ethan took the opportunity. "Twice in one week," he murmured, lifting a glass. "Should I start believing in destiny?"
Elaine arched an eyebrow, the corner of her lips curving in amusement. "I prefer to believe in statistics," she countered, accepting a flute of champagne. "Given our circles, a second encounter was bound to happen."
Ethan chuckled. "Then what are the odds that I'd find you even more intriguing this time?"
She took a slow sip, eyes never leaving his. "That depends—are you the type to gamble on uncertainties?"
He leaned in slightly, his voice low and smooth. "I don't gamble. I calculate. And right now, my calculations tell me you're not just here for the drinks."
Elaine's smile deepened, but she didn't deny it. Instead, she clinked her glass lightly against his. "Then let's see if your calculations are correct, Mr. Lu."
As their glasses met, an unspoken challenge sparked between them—one neither was willing to lose.