The Single Tycoon

uests. The air vibrated with an intoxicating mix of hushed conversations, discreet laughter and the clinking of glasses raised to lips in

. His steely gray gaze swept the room with the confidence of a man accustomed to getting what he wanted. The powerfu

attracted his gaze like a magnet. A woman he did not know, which in itself was an anomaly. Maximilien knew everyone in this cir

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ntrasted with the women who usually populated such events. She wore a deep black dress, unadorned, fitted to her figure with deliberate elegance. No excess, no garis

too intense for a beginner in this world of pretense. She didn't observe the room with admiration or envy,

ew ambition w

lt several female gazes follow his movement, some women discreetly trying to a

luential investor was introdu

the pleasure of meeting Sofia Blac

elt a form of surprise brush against him. She did not become flustered under his gaze. She di

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ured voice, an intonation slightly tinged with amusement, as if she h

eplied with a slight i

t second, imperceptible to the o

mpagne from a passing waiter's tray. What rising s

ge, barel

row, but her smile

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investor who had introduced them slipped away discreetly, s

, still watching her with that penetrating gaze

his world, anonymity is

nonymity. Only that I cho

attery or overly obvious approach strategies. She, on the other hand, seemed

g the space between them, testing

have entered, what

e, a smile appeared on her lips

ot what I'm looking for,

ical attraction, though that was undeniable. This was a clash of wi

. He didn't yet know who she really was, or what she hid behind that impeccable facade, but one

en he wanted somethi