Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 13

Elliot?

Julie immediately flashed a smile at the man, then quickly took a step to the side, seizing this rare opportunity. She gestured to Manuel, who was beside her, to snap a few clear front–facing pictures of Elliot.

She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, but the moment she moved to her new position, she noticed a slight tremor at the corner of Elliot’s lips.

The photo session went smoothly and concluded after the dinner. Julie carefully examined the photos in Manuel’s and Hasan’s cameras.

Afraid that there might be issues, Julie made copies of the photos before parting ways with them. Then she smiled at Manuel and Hasan, saying, “That’s it for now. Tomorrow is Raymon’s official birthday banquet, so I’ll bring the invitations tomorrow. So, let’s meet at the hotel entrance tomorrow, alright?”

After seeing them nod, Julie smiled. Just as she turned around, a familiar voice came from behind, “Satisfied with the photos?”

“Kind of.” Julie instinctively replied before realizing who it was.

When she looked back, she saw Elliot standing under a streetlight in a white shirt with a light–colored blazer casually draped over his wrist. His tall figure was elongated, his shirt sleeves were slightly rolled up, and his outfit was paired with a black waistcoat. He looked effortlessly casual and gentlemanly.

Elliot, then seemingly ignored him

positioning his tall frame in front of her. With a hint of disappointment, he furrowed his brow, “You

smiled, nodding, “I

took a cautious step back, furrowing her brows. She maintained her distance, looking

looked at Julie in displeasure, asking, “What’s wrong?

appeared on Julie’s

tonight, and now they were

have a peculiar habit of randomly patting people’s heads? Julie combed through

Mr. Sanches?

and he took a step closer to Julie. He was about to say something when she

who was desperately

a bad

the woman’s eyes. Julie thought, what bad guys admitted they were bad

Elliot. “The incident with my colleagues falling earlier today was an accident, not intentional. They didn’t mean to disrupt your event, Mr. Sanches. There must be a misunderstanding. Please forgive us. Can

keep addressing him as Mr. Sanches? Why was she being so formal? He took a step forward.