#Chapter 86: Act Natural

Ella Standing by the bar, I tried to calm my racing heart amongst all of the mobsters. Logan was busy with a business partner, and I felt like I was swimming alone in a sea of sharks. But more than anything, Madeleine’s proposition still lingered in my mind, weighing me down. A bartender was preparing my drink, the rhythmic clinking of the glasses providing a small distraction. But as my gaze swept the crowd, my eyes landed on a familiar face approaching the bar. It was Devon. My heart gave a little jolt. Devon, with his sharp jawline, dark hair, and a pair of piercing green eyes that always seemed to hold a secret. The same Devon who had come to my rescue with those catcallers in the park, and the very one who had whisked me away from potential danger on that yacht. My brief interactions with him were odd coincidences that remained etched in my memory. Our eyes met, and a slow, knowing smile crept onto his face. “It’s you again.” “Hey,” I re