Chapter 1145:

“Hey! Knock it off! You’re gonna injure us!”

Tina shot a glance at the bodyguard beside her.

He rushed to shut the valve, the stream dying with a sharp hiss.

Tina dropped the hose and darted toward the now-cleared alley.

As the fog lifted, the scene unfolded—Blaine and his bodyguards, soaked to the bone, sprawled awkwardly on the pavement.

Wiping water from his brow, Blaine grimaced, droplets tracing his jawline. “Of course. Knew today would be a disaster. Who the hell planned this?” he muttered bitterly.

Tina exhaled when she saw him looking miserable but unharmed. Her chest finally loosened.

water

cleared her throat, stood straighter, and slipped into her usual icy, executive demeanor. “Mr. Castro, are you

pavement now gleamed under the

heels, she navigated the

as she neared him, her foot gave way. “Ah!” Blaine had started rising when

lunged and

squarely against him, far

guards averted their eyes with awkwardness—some gave low chuckles,

her fragrance—it threw him completely off balance.

I mean, I get it, I’m

and irritated, she glared at

the hit, he blinked as she hurried

to

his skin, dumbfounded. Where had that even come from? No signal, no

hastily adjusted her outfit, her tone stiff and businesslike as

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