Sandra’s hand froze as she took the menu. She had expected some reaction—annoyance, jealousy, anything—but Hannah remained infuriatingly calm. Was she not doing enough?
Lionel poured a glass of water and downed it in one gulp, an unfamiliar tightness in his chest.
After the food arrived, Hannah took out her phone, opened a photo, and placed it on the table.
“Ms. Woods, there was something I wanted to ask you,” she said, pushing the phone toward her.
“What is it?”
“Is this the man you were on a date with?”
The warm smile on Sandra’s face vanished. She stared at the photo, her jaw tightening as she struggled to find a response.
“You went on a blind date?” Lionel asked, breaking the silence.
“I…”
“It was the day before yesterday, wasn’t it?” Hannah answered for her. “He seemed quite taken with you, Ms. Woods, though I gather things didn’t end well.”
Sandra nodded. “My mother arranged it. I only went because I didn’t want to upset her. It was just a formality.”
“He’s involved in a legal dispute with Keystone Group,” Hannah said, taking her phone back with a sigh. “I was hoping if you knew him, you could help me get some information. But it seems that’s not an option now.”


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