Sofia had seen enough.
She set her glass down on the nearest table and tugged on Ginny’s arm. “We’re going home.”
Ginny blinked at her, incredulous. “What? Are you kidding? This is better than a Netflix drama. You cannot just—”
“Ginny,” Sofia said firmly, already weaving through the crowd. “I don’t need to stand here and watch him do his usual routine.”
And that was that. They slipped out of the bar, the noise and neon fading behind them, leaving Tristan Jacinto to his circle of admirers without a backward glance.
The next morning was their last day in Hong Kong. Ginny was scheduled for a shoot at Nova Technologies, her cameras carefully packed and ready. The glossy spread would capture the futuristic vibe of the office, Tristan and his executives posed against panoramic windows and g
