CHAPTER 249
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“Sir,” the host sneered, eyes scanning Javier from head to toe, “this is a private lounge. You’ll need a reservation. And a better suit.”

Javier glanced down at his shoes—worn but polished leather. Nothing flashy. Just quiet elegance. Like him.

“I believe I have a reservation under Elias Rowe,” Javier said calmly. He always used aliases in places like this. No need for his real name to cause a scene.

The host’s smirk widened as he tapped at the tablet. “Elias Rowe? Doesn’t sound familiar.”

Behind Javier, a man in a shimmering navy suit stepped forward, flanked by a laughing entourage.

“Just send the bum out, Caleb,” the man said loudly. “We don’t want him stinking up the cigar lounge. Jesus, did he walk here?”

More laughter.

Javier didn’t flinch. “Check again. Rowe. Elias.”

The host—Caleb—sighed dramatically and tapped again. His brows lifted slightly, but the condescension didn’t leave his voice.

“Well, well. Must’ve been an accident in the system. There is a Rowe reservation, but it
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