“Hold on. Let me get this straight,” Lucas said, his brows furrowed in suspicion as he leaned against the edge of his desk. “If Raina’s last name is Weston, and my financial instructor’s name is Ryan Weston… does that mean they’re related?”
Elise folded her arms tightly over her chest, her expression unreadable but clearly calculating. “Well, there’s no way it’s a coincidence. People don’t just randomly share last names and happen to be in the same city, let alone orbiting the same business circle. It has to mean something.”
Lucas turned toward his secretary, who still stood awkwardly by the door, unsure if she should stay or leave. “Is Ryan reachable?” he asked, his tone shifting from confused to demanding.
“Yes, sir,” she replied with a respectful nod. “The injuries from the accident
