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Chapter 595: Nobody at the table dared to revisit what had unfolded that evening, as if some silent pact kept their secrets safe. After dinner, Elvira realized that her matchmaking plans had fizzled out. With renewed energy, she suggested, "The night's still young. What do you all say to grabbing some drinks together?" Her gaze found Pattie, making it clear that she hoped to encourage her to leave. "Pattie, I'm sure your company must be calling.

We could be out for hours, so if tomorrow looks busy, you might want to duck out early." Pattie gave Elvira a faint look, seeing through her little schemes. Was Elvira really trying to get rid of her? Dream on! Without missing a beat, she said, "My schedule is clear tomorrow. Nights like this are rare - count me in for a long one." With a hint of surprise, Elvira asked, "So you're not heading into work in the morning?" Pattie flashed a confident grin.

"Running the company means I make the rules about when to clock in." Detecting the tension simmering once more, Maia stepped in, eager to keep the peace. "Enough stalling, let's all go. Pattie's right; these nights don't come often. We're not leaving until we've made some memories." Elvira clamped her jaw, frustration written all over her face. "Fine..." she muttered, shooting Pattie one last glare. Wront's well-known Nightium Bar became their next destination. Maia handled the booking, securing a private space for the group and leading them inside.

Looking to engineer some alone time for Roland and Maia, Elvira latched onto Pattie, peppering her with questions about MCN's next product launches and sharing her curiosity. Explore new chapters gⱯlησνℓs․com The pair drifted ahead, allowing Roland and Maia to fall behind, side by side. A quiet glance from Roland hinted at something he wanted to say, yet the words lingered unspoken. Maia, too, didn't know what to say. It always seemed that silence settled between them whenever they were together.

Just beyond the VIP corridor, Maxwell lounged on the steps, cigarette in hand and an air of nonchalance about him. He had just wrapped up a round of drinks and slipped outside, hoping for a breath of night air. As he gazed around, his eyes caught sight of someone he recognized down the hall. Was that Maia? Maxwell narrowed his eyes and glanced sideways. He spotted Maia walking beside a sharply dressed man in a suit, his steps steady and confident. The man kept glancing at Maia, his gaze unsettling in a way Maxwell couldn't ignore. Alarms blared in Maxwell's mind.

He didn't even stub out his cigarette. Instead, he hurriedly pulled out his phone to call Chris. "Chris, bad news. I just saw Maia with a man at the bar," he whispered urgently. "The way that guy's looking at her... it's off." Chris' deep voice came through the line. "Where?" "Nightium Bar!" Inside the private room, Maia had barely stepped in when Elvira waved over a waiter and ordered an impressive spread of drinks. "Yes, bring all these, plus two extra cases of beer on standby," Elvira said with a sly smile.

Her plan had been thrown off by Pattie earlier, so now she needed to create a moment for her brother to talk to Maia alone. A little alcohol would give even the shy courage. . . .