Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 195

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 196**

Once Samuel had departed, Arabella found herself alone, her heart racing as she paced restlessly in front of the expansive floor-to-ceiling window. The city lights twinkled like stars, but they did little to calm the storm brewing within her.

After a moment of contemplation, Arabella picked up her phone and made two calls. The first was to an old friend, someone she hadn’t connected with in ages. Their laughter echoed in her mind, a reminder of simpler times. The second call was to Georgina, her pulse quickening at the thought of what was about to unfold.

As the clock struck seven in the evening, Arabella arrived at the Empire Club, the air thick with anticipation. She lingered near the dance floor on the first floor, her nerves bubbling beneath a facade of calm as she waited for over ten minutes. Suddenly, a young man approached her, his demeanor casual yet purposeful. He leaned in, pressing something into her palm—a small, discreet package that felt heavy with significance.

Arabella’s heart raced as she slipped the item into her bag, her instincts screaming at her to leave. Guilt gnawed at her as she made her way to the third floor, where Georgina and the troll awaited her at the entrance to the private dining room.

She glanced up and down the hallway, her voice laced with confusion. “Why didn’t you guys go in first?”

Georgina shrugged, a sheepish look crossing her face. “I didn’t know the people inside. It didn’t feel right to go in without you.”

The troll, looming behind her, suddenly stepped forward, concern etching his features. “Arabella, why are you sweating?”

Arabella instinctively pushed him aside, her mind racing for an excuse. “I was worried you’d been waiting too long, so I hurried up here and got a bit tired.”

On the surface, she projected an air of composure, but inside, she was a whirlwind of anxiety. The troll seemed unreliable, yet his sharp gaze hinted at an awareness that made her uneasy. She knew she had to tread carefully; this was a golden opportunity she couldn’t afford to squander. She needed to orchestrate a connection between Jayceon and Georgina, and time was of the essence.

With a collective breath, the trio pushed open the door and entered the private dining room. The lively chatter that had filled the air came to an abrupt halt, replaced by an unsettling silence.

“Sorry, I brought a couple of friends,” Arabella announced with a bright smile, introducing Georgina and the troll to the group, her voice steady despite the tension.

Her gaze fell upon the empty seat next to Jayceon, a flicker of hope igniting within her. She removed her bag from her shoulder and moved to take her place beside him. However, before she could settle in, Samuel unexpectedly yanked her back to her feet, his movements swift and decisive.

“Georgina, over here!” he commanded, shoving her into the seat next to Jayceon with an assertiveness that left Arabella momentarily speechless.

Kimberly, who occupied the seat on Jayceon’s other side, stood up, offering her place with a friendly smile. “Sister-in-law, come sit over here.”

Just as Arabella was about to make her way over, the troll caught her arm, his grip firm. “Arabella, let’s not squeeze in with them.”

Arabella blinked, momentarily stunned. From this distance, how could she possibly manage to drug Jayceon?

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