Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 119

Hogan didn’t put up a fight, but I caught another piece of intel, sharp as a tack

Cecilia mentioned it was about time–could that mean FreeMan was about to make his grand entrance? I was all revved up and raring to go.

“Xaviera,” a crisp voice snapped me out of my reverie, looks like you’re not exactly batting at thousand with your judgment, huh?”

Those eyes were glinting with mischief, and I suddenly realized I’d underestimated the man in front of me. Timothy was way more on the ball than I’d given him credit for.

Soon. Timothy got roped into schmoozing by Sean, while I mingled with the crowd, trying to spot anyone shady. But no dice–couldn’t pick out a single suspect.

So, back to square one: Hogan and Cecilia. After some people–watching, the guy who chatted up Hogan the longest was this middle–aged dude with a tiny braid, looked about forty–something. Kinda matched FreeMan’s vibe, to be honest.

Once their convo wrapped up, I strolled over with a glass of bubbly to say hi. A bit of small talk, and I fished out some art–related tidbits from him, which only thickened the plot.

I was low–key thrilled, but then he hit me with, “Got any plans after the party?! know this killer restaurant. We could grab a bite and talk.”

I fraze, words stuck in my throat. Hanging out with Wallis, I’ve learned to read between the lines

when people talked.

a frosty voice

all dapper in a black suit, just standing there like a ninja, solo. His Siamese twin, Cecilia, was nowhere to be seen.

had this stormy look about him, like he was in

middle–aged guy, with a chuckle, threw a puzzled look at Hogan. “You know

lasered his eyes on me

idle, How’s the job

then after a beat, straightened up, all business–like, “Ah, the Ms. March praised by

I was about to respond. Hogan cut in. “I asked you a

cry from his usual cool and

it to him

got time to flirt around?”

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the man’s breath into my nostrils as I locked eyes with Hogan, His

was playing