His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 543

Juan glanced around, utterly baffled, and pointed at himself. “You… looking for me?” The woman standing less than five meters away had her gaze locked on him, unwavering.

“Yes,” she replied firmly, her lips slightly parted.

Juan gave her a once-over, trying to place her. From her sophisticated outfit and confident demeanor, she came off as a well-to-do, modern woman. An Asian face like hers was a rare sight in France. Was she the boss’s partner? Or maybe she was the boss herself?

“Who are you?” he asked, still puzzled.

She took a step closer, “I’m Caroline, Casper’s sister.” The pieces started falling into place for Juan—it made sense now. She did have a touch of Casper’s unyielding presence.

But what could Casper’s sister possibly want with him? “You… need something?”

“I have a question for you,” Caroline stated, closing the distance between them, her eyes clear and intense, projecting an undeniable presence.

Juan raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “You? Asking me? I don’t think we know each other, do we?”

“I’m asking about someone we both know,” Caroline cut straight to the point. “Mr. Juan, I’m here to talk about Eliza.”

Ah, so that was it. Juan chuckled lightly, “What do you want to know?”

“Is she pregnant?” Caroline shot the question directly, no beating around the bush.

Juan didn’t answer right away. Instead, he gave her another thorough look. If she was asking about pregnancy, she must have picked up on something. “What if she is? What if she isn’t? How does that… concern you?”

Caroline said nothing more and turned to leave, her mind made up.

A few days later, Eliza was getting ready to head back to Falconridge. Juan came by with an invitation. “The sponsor of your award ceremony is throwing a cocktail party and has invited you.”

“A cocktail party?” Eliza looked at the invitation, noting the date was that very night. “Tonight? That’s pretty last-minute.”

“Yeah, and you can bring a plus one.” Juan was practically bouncing with excitement. “Take me with you.”

Eliza wasn’t one for social gatherings. She wasn’t skilled in the art of navigating small talk with strangers. “You want to go?” She handed the invitation back to Juan. “Perfect, you can go in my place.”