Crossing the imposing lobby of the reserved restaurant at Jumeirah Burj Al Arab, Celina walked alongside Thor with the elegance of someone who knew that all eyes were on her. And they were. Every step, every smooth movement, every subtle sway of her perfectly brushed brown hair left a trail of admiring silence and discreetly turning heads.

Thor Miller, walking ahead, noticed the male glances turning toward her. The realization was uncomfortable, like a constant irritation under his skin. It bothered him, although he himself did not understand why. His expression remained cold, his eyes like ice, and his clenched jaw betrayed his tension.

As they entered the reserved space, a table with four foreign shareholders and a woman awaited them. Powerful men, accustomed to luxurious surroundings and billion-dollar deals. They stood up to greet Thor, who responded with a curt, firm nod. He then introduced Celina with a few words:

Before Celina could respond, Thor stepped beside her.

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