Juan nced around, utterly baffled, and pointed at himself. "You... looking for me?" The woman standing less than five meters away had her gaze locked on him, unwavering. "Yes," she replied firmly, her lips slightly parted.


    Juan gave her a once-over, trying to ce her. From her sophisticated outfit and confident demeanor, she came off as a well-to-do, modern woman. An Asian face like hers was a rare sight in France. Was she the boss''s partner? Or maybe she was the boss herself? ""Who are you?" he asked, still puzzled.


    She took a step closer, "I''m Caroline, Casper''s sister." The pieces started falling into ce for Juan-it made sense now. She did have a touch of Casper''s unyielding presence.


    But what could Casper''s sister possibly want with him? "You... need something?"


    "I have a question for you," Caroline stated, closing the distance between them, her eyes clear and intense, projecting an undeniable presence.This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    Juan raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "You? Asking me? I don''t think we know each other, do we?"


    "I''m asking about someone we both know," Caroline cut straight to the point. "Mr. Juan, I''m here to talk about Eliza."


    Ah, so that was it. Juan chuckled lightly, "What do you want to know?"


    "Is she pregnant?" Caroline shot the question directly, no beating around the bush.


    Juan didn''t answer right away. Instead, he gave her another thorough look. If she was asking about pregnancy, she must have picked up on something. "What if she is? What if she isn''t? How does that... concern you?" His tone wasn''t exactly warm. It wasced with annoyance and dismissal.


    Caroline wasn''t deterred. "Her being pregnant doesn''t concern me, but if the child is Casper''s, then it does."


    "Huh." Juan was irked by her persistence, his gaze turning cold and impatient. "Casper''s gone. Whether it''s his or not, is he going to climb out of his grave to say something?"


    "You..." Caroline struggled to keep herposure, reading between the lines of Juan''s words. "...so, Eliza is pregnant, isn''t she?"


    "I didn''t say that. If she wants to tell


    you, she will. The past is past, and she''s divorced. She''s got nothing to do with the Welton family now. Your eagerness to know..." He scratched his chin, adding provocatively


    "l


    wouldn''t be because Casper''s


    back from the dead, would it?"


    The remark was offhand, but it hit home. Caroline felt a pang in her chest, though she kept her face neutral. Her gaze on Juan turned icy. "Is Mr. Juan''s joke supposed to be funny?" Realizing he might have overstepped, Juan dropped the smirk and rubbed his nose sheepishly. "Sorry."


    Caroline said nothing more and turned to leave, her mind made up.


    A few dayster, Eliza was getting ready to head back to Falconridge. Juan came by with an invitation. "The sponsor of your award ceremony is throwing a cocktail party and has invited you."


    "A cocktail party?" Eliza looked at the invitation, noting the date was that very night. "Tonight? That''s prettyst-minute."


    "Yeah, and you can bring a plus one." Juan was practically bouncing with excitement. "Take me with you."


    Eliza wasn''t one for social


    gatherings. She wasn''t skilled in the


    art of navigating small talk with


    strangers. "You want to go?" Sh


    handed the invitation back to Juan.


    "Perfect, you can go in my ce."