Meanwhile… at the very same upscale garden café
Zach adjusted the sleeves of his perfectly ironed blazer and stepped out of his car, holding what could only be described as a ridiculous amount of flowers. Not a classy dozen roses. No. This was a small forest.
"I just want to talk," he muttered to himself like a man preparing for a business negotiation with a literal grenade.
He entered the café, eyes scanning.
"Reservation under Ford?" he told the hostess, but his gaze had already locked on one table.
And there she was.
Ava.
Wearing that red dress again. The one she wore when she was trying to prove a point. Sitting across none other than Shen "I-Own-Twenty-Skyscrapers" Wang. And smiling. Not fake-smiling like she did with Zach when she was plotting to end him in his sleep. This was teeth. Dimple. Giggle-level smiling.
Zach blinked slowly. His jaw twitched—just once.
