Chapter 1065 – Trophy
Hugo saw his sister's expression, but unlike Elise, his expression brightened.
A little too much.
Because to him, this was perfect.
Wonderful, even.
A direct communication line through Maribelle?
Beautiful.
Hugo Delacour was not the sort of man who fell for a woman because she insulted his attention span, denied him access to her tablet, and looked like she could restructure his ego into installments.
That would be pathetic.
And yet…
His eyes slid to her again.
Maribelle stood beside Celeste, back straight, tablet tucked against her arm, pen between her fingers like a dagger dressed as stationery. Her uniform was too neat. Her gaze too calm. Her mouth too sharp.
She was not like the women Hugo usually entertained.
Those women were easy.
