Another Chance for the Luna Queen novel Chapter 191

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Chapter 0191 

Ella POV 

Alexander turned toward the doorway, his expression brightening as he saw me. “Here she is,” he said warmly. 

The man beside him turned as well, his sharp gaze sweeping over me in a way that felt both calculating and appraising. Then his lips curved into a charming smile as he approached, extending a hand. 

“Hello,” he said smoothly. “Christopher Slater. A pleasure to meet you.” 

“Hello,” I replied, taking his hand for a firm shake. I knew my surprise must have been written all over my face.” It’s a surprise–and a pleasure–to meet you as well.” 

He chuckled softly, a sound that felt disarmingly casual. “I see I caught you off guard.” 

“A little,” I admitted, glancing at Alexander for clarification. 

“We just finished a meeting,” Alexander explained as he stepped beside me. “Did you enjoy your afternoon with Elizabeth?” 

“Yes, it was wonderful,” I replied, though my curiosity about Christopher’s presence was quickly overshadowing the conversation. “And it seems you’ve been quite busy yourself.” 

Alexander nodded and gestured toward Christopher. “Christopher has generously offered to help us with the venue issue. We went out for drinks to discuss the details, but I didn’t want to finalize anything without your input. Let’s head up to my office and talk it through.” 

“Sounds good to me,” Christopher said with a confident nod before heading toward the elevators. “I believe I remember the way.” 

As Christopher walked ahead, Alexander and I followed closely behind. I cast him a sidelong glance, my mind buzzing with questions. 

Christopher Slater, I thought, barely containing my awe. The Christopher Slater. He wasn’t just anyone; he was a self–made billionaire, one of the most influential architects in the world. And now, apparently, he was here to help us solve our venue problem. 

But how? 

My mind raced with possibilities. Perhaps he had access to exclusive properties or connections to estates that weren’t typically available. Maybe there was a yet–to–be–revealed architectural marvel–one not open to the public–that we could use. 

I fought the urge to ask outright. I didn’t want to sound naive, but I could hardly keep my excitement in check. 

I had expected Alexander to propose a modest solution–a country estate, maybe, something elegant but not extraordinary given the time constraints. 

But this? With Christopher Slater involved, it was clear Alexander had something far grander in mind. 

We stepped into Alexander’s office, where he immediately moved behind his desk and settled into his chair. I took the seat beside it, where August usually sat, while Christopher Slater claimed the chair across from us. 

He crossed one leg over the other, glancing casually around the room, though that ever–present charming smile remained firmly in place. 

“Hasn’t changed much,” he noted with a trace of amusement. 

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