"So what? She lacks evidence; all she can dois speculate. I'm just curious how she figured it out and managed to escape.”

“Indeed, she's not one to be underestimated," Arya remarked, her heart unsettled.

“Let's bide our time. As long as Chaz doesn't announce the result, there's still a chance,"

Baxter reassured her, enveloping her in his embrace before leaning in for a kiss.

Arya playfully dodged the affectionate advance.

"Haven't you had enough last night? My waist is still sore.”

“My love, once this contract is signed, I'll reward you handsomely,” Baxter whispered as he mischievously pinched her butt.

Her eyes twinkled. Arya asked sweetly, "Really? If | help you secure this contract, will you divorce your wife and marry me?"

His smile faltering, Baxter pushed her away and straightened his attire.

“Arya, you're a smart woman. You ought to know what you can and cannot have."

Arya knew it would end this way.

Men could never be devoted to just one woman.

Business always trumped matters of the heart.

Women were as interchangeable as clothing.

“Well, | was just joking.”

"You are so sweet, Arya.”

Meanwhile, Chaz, Brian, and Merrick engaged in lively discussion.

Rosalynn was making tea for Dayana.

Eleanor was talking to Dayana.

Rosalynn demonstrated the art of tea-making to Dayana.

Dayana showered her with praise and requested lessons.

Eleanor's jealousy simmered beneath her forced smile.