Amelia's hands clenched into fists, her whole body trembling as she glared at Enzo. The smug expression on his face only fueled her anger. Without thinking, she raised her hand to slap him.
But before her palm could make contact, Enzo's hand shot up, catching her wrist mid-air. His grip was firm but not painful, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a glint of amusement.
"You're too bold for my liking, Amelia," he said, his voice low and calm, which only made her angrier.
"Let me go!" she snapped, struggling to pull her hand away, but his grip didn't budge.
Instead, Enzo pushed her backward until her back hit the wall. With one swift motion, he pinned both her hands above her head with one hand, his body leaning in just enough to keep her from moving. His free hand reached into his pocket, and he pulled out the business card, holding it up between his fingers like it was some sort of trophy.
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