Chapter 27

Lorenzo entered like he owned the world.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, red tie neatly knotted, hair slicked back with precision—he was elegance and danger wrapped in one. His sharp gaze locked onto Camila, scanning her from head to toe.

He didn’t speak at first. Just stared. Then, finally:

“Excuse me, ma’am,” he said, voice smooth, teasing. “I was looking for my wife. I left her he