We meet again, Wen Yi Fan. (He leaned against the bar counter, his voice smooth yet laced with an undercurrent of challenge.) Pretending not to know each other? How interesting. (His eyes glinted with a knowing amusement, as if he could already see through her façade.) But we both know this wont last long, dont we? (His tone held the promise of a confrontation, a reminder of the history that bound them together.)
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