Leonel's appointment was with a prominent real estate mogul. In his pursuit of establishing a financial foothold back home, he needed to acquire a building to bolster his image and make a lasting impression in business circles.

He had his sights set on one and had even arranged a dinner meeting for that evening.

Though Leonel was affluent, he had recently returned to the country and his roots weren't deeply established, so most people were unaware of his connection to the Fowler family.

He imbibed rather liberally during the dinner.

Yet, being youthful, his alcohol tolerance held firm, and he swiftly regained composure after a brief restroom visit.

Emerging from the restroom, his stride faltered.

Alexis?

Wasn't she supposed to be at home? What was she doing at a social gathering?

She sported her usual professional attire, though it appeared more refined than usual, accentuated by a delicate diamond necklace gracing her slender neck. It was undeniably captivating.

Leonel found himself staring at her for an extended moment.

Leaning casually against the wall, Alexis met his gaze. She regarded him in a flirty manner he hadn't previously witnessed.

"Mr. Douglas!"

Leonel wasn't particularly fond of that facet of her personality.

He approached her, peering down.

“Weren't you supposed to be at home?

As a lawyer, why are you out here, mingling and getting so intoxicated?"

Alexis had, indeed, indulged quite a bit.

While not yet reaching the point of complete inebriation, she was more talkative than her usual self.

She nonchalantly waved her hand.

"That's none of your concern!"