Chapter 88

Whitney sat gracefully on the lounge sofa, perfectly at ease. A faint, charming smile lingered on her delicate face, giving her a serene, self-assured air. Lawyers passing by couldn't help but glance her way, curiosity flashing in their eyes as they quietly speculated about the identity of this unfamiliar woman. But under the weight of their gazes, Whitney remained completely at ease. She moved with the calm elegance of someone who belonged there, exuding confidence in every subtle gesture. She carried herself like the lady of the house, as if this law firm were already her domain. A few minutes later, the receptionist approached with a smile and handed her a cup of steaming coffee. Whitney accepted it with a light nod, took a sip, and then offered a gentle suggestion. "This coffee is a bit too sweet for my taste. I usually prefer it half-sugar, and if possible, with a few ice cubes. That would make it a little more refreshing. Could you keep that in mind for next time?" The rece