CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN – THE RICH SUITOR

Jasmine wiped down the bar counter, lost in thought, when a smooth voice interrupted her reverie. "Excuse me, but is this seat taken?" She looked up to see Harwood, his charming smile as disarming as ever. "Oh, Mr. Harwood. No, please, sit down." "How many times must I ask you to call me James?" He settled onto the barstool, his expensive suit a stark contrast to the bistro's rustic decor. "At least once more, Mr. Harwood," Jasmine replied with a small smile. "What can I get for you today?" "How about your company at the gallery opening this weekend?" Jasmine's hand froze mid-wipe. "I... that's very kind, but I'm not sure if-" "Jasmine." Marco's voice cut through the air as he approached, his eyes fixed on Harwood. "Is everything alright here?" Harwood's smile didn't falter. "Marco, always a pleasure. I was just inviting Jasmine to a little soirée." Marco's jaw tightened. "Jasmine, can I speak with you for a moment? In private?" "I'm with a customer, Marco," Jasmine said, ges