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.

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

she’s not your girlfriend?” Caspian

have you taken an interest in personal affairs?”

called me just the other day, asking if I knew any suitable young ladies. You know what he’s

cool. “Don’t mind him.”

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“Thought as much. Your marriage isn’t

pleasantries, Caspian steered the conversation back to business. “Did you investigate

“I did, but

exactly

silent for a moment before revealing,

expression tightened slightly as Caspian gave a wry smile.

sister, twenty years my senior. She vanished when I was just a kid. My parents, especially my mother, can’t seem to forget her. Just the mention

keep

clapped his

from just a few bites of desserts, stood and wandered

clutch the shawl tighter. A drink was offered

to Ron Group, their new

nodded respectfully.

meet you in person – even more stunning than on

a glass toward her, she declined. “Sorry, Mr. Joyner, I don’t drink.”

fooling no one. I’ve

“I’m on medication lately,

tack. “How about a

of Hamilton, his gaze cool and

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

Joyner, I’m afraid I really can’t dance.”

if you can’t

voices carried over as they made their way towards

and teased, “Seems like the young exec from the Joyner

heavy emphasis on