Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 93

Hamilton glanced at Natalia, then said. “A colleague from the office.”

The man let out a laugh. “Oh, a colleague, huh? I almost took her for your girlfriend!”

Hamilton didn’t take the bait. Turning to Natalia, he made the introduction. “Caspian Spiegel, the managing partner at Think Law Associates.”

Natalia recognized the man from television.

Think Law Associates was a leading law firm handling high–profile economic disputes and celebrity divorces. Rumors had it that its head was both shrewd and ruthless, never losing a

case.

Yet, standing before the urbane Caspian, she found him disarmingly genteel. His light–colored suit made a stark contrast to Hamilton’s somber presence.

Indeed, looks could be deceiving.

She greeted him with a nod, “Mr. Spiegel, an honor.”

Caspian smiled. “Ms. Jenkins, you’re quite charming.”

Natalia smirked. “Thanks, Mr. Spiegel.”

Caspian’s brow quirked. “Ms. Jenkins, have we met before?”

She shook her head. “I don’t believe so.”

She was certain this was their first encounter.

Caspian chuckled. “Then perhaps it’s just me. You seem familiar somehow.”

Hamilton’s gaze flickered. “Hungry, Natalia? We could grab a bite before mingling.”

Natalia nodded and made her way to the buffet. She picked at her food in a corner, wondering why Hamilton insisted on bringing her to such events. After all, her presence made no difference.

Natalia was settled, Hamilton’s attention returned to Caspian, who was now looking

sure she’s not your girlfriend?”

“Since when have you taken an interest in personal affairs?”

the other day, asking if I knew any suitable young ladies. You

“Don’t mind him.”

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as much. Your marriage

back to business.

did, but no leads.”

added, “Who exactly are you

silent for a moment before revealing,

Caspian gave

senior. She vanished when I was just a kid. My parents, especially my mother, can’t

“I’ll keep the search going.”

Caspian clapped his shoulder.

a few bites of desserts, stood

chill in the air made her clutch the shawl tighter. A drink was offered

she saw Ronin Joyner, the heir to Ron Group,

nodded respectfully. “Mr. Joyner.”

finally meet you in person – even

extended a glass toward her, she declined. “Sorry,

softly. “Ms. Jenkins, you’re fooling no one. I’ve

medication lately,

insist, changed tack. “How about a

Hamilton, his gaze cool

persistent. “Ms. Jenkins, surely you won’t deny

offered a polite smile. “Mr. Joyner, I’m afraid I really can’t dance.”

if you can’t

over as they made their way towards Hamilton and

teased, “Seems like the young exec from the Joyner family has taken

a heavy emphasis on the