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Setting up with Rowan
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At Le Château Royale, the clinking of silverware was the only sound between them. Lydia and Rowan ate in silence.Rowan finally broke it, dabbing his lips with a napkin. "So... you're a Zander?" His voice held amusement.Lydia met his gaze. "Yes."A slow whistle left his lips. "Damn. The woman I pulled out of a pool turns out to be the President’s daughter."She shrugged. "Life happens."His brow arched. "But why the secrecy? No one knows what the President’s daughter looks like."Lydia’s expression darkened. "You must have heard about the tragedy ten years ago, right? My father had four children. One was poisoned, another died in an accident, and the youngest was kidnapped. Her body washed up on the beach."Rowan exhaled sharply. "That's... horrific."Lydia nodded "All within a year."His fingers tightened around his glass. "How did you survive?"Lydia’s gaze flickered. "I was stabbed. But someone saved me in time. After that, my identity was erased. For my own safety."Rowan studied
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