THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY.-Chapter 73

Cora didn’t say anything, but her stride slowed ever so slightly. She wasn’t expecting Robert to be ahead of schedule. That was rare for men of his level—men who made people wait to show power.

They followed the waiter through a long corridor that was lined with contemporary artwork and subtle golden lights. The atmosphere whispered wealth. Quiet power. Discretion.

And then, the doors to the VIP room were pulled open.

The moment they stepped in, the difference was clear.

The space was pristine, private, intimate, and designed for kings. The walls were lined with elegant cream-colored curtains, and a chandelier hung above like a crown made of crystal fire. A long glass table stretched in the middle, but what drew both their attention wasn’t the interior.

It was the man seated at the far end, Robert.

Malisa’s steps faltered as her eyes landed on him.

She had never seen Robert in person before. Only photos. Articles. Business magazines. Rumors. But none of that captured what she was seeing now. He was the kind of handsome that made the room feel quieter. Broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and piercing eyes that didn’t shout dominance but whispered it. His suit was navy, crisp and fitted to precision. He looked effortless. Clean. In control.

At that moment Robert stood up slowly as they approached.

"Ms. Cora," he greeted with a polite smile, extending his hand.

Cora shook it with a firm grip and a composed nod. "Mr. Robert."

"And you must be Melissa," he added, turning to her with surprising familiarity.

Immediately Malisa blinked. "Y-Yes," she replied quickly, managing a smile as she accepted his handshake. His presence was oddly calming and terrifying at once.

Robert gestured to the seats across from him. "Please, have a seat. I hope the wait wasn’t too long."

Cora took her place, her posture straight, chin slightly lifted. "Not at all. In fact, I didn’t expect you to arrive before us."

"I make it a habit to be early when something important is on the table," Robert replied smoothly.

At that moment, Robert then continue, his voice calm and well-measured, every word landing with purpose.

"I actually requested this meeting to be between just you and me, Cora," he said, folding his fingers on the table. "But seeing Malisa here... I must admit, it caught me off guard. Still, it’s not a problem. Melissa is someone I’ve heard a lot about very capable, very sharp. So I don’t mind her presence at all."

He smiled politely as he spoke, but his eyes held a different message a subtle one that only people familiar with high-level business talks would catch. It wasn’t a matter of trust; it was a matter of precision. Whatever he came to say was meant to be heard by Cora alone, and even though his words were graceful, the undertone made it clear that this was supposed to be a two-person conversation.

Malisa, standing just a step behind Cora, remained still. She understood the meaning behind Robert’s tone immediately. He wasn’t being rude he was setting the tone of the meeting. As someone who had worked behind powerful people for years, she knew when her presence, no matter how trusted, wasn’t required.

At that moment, Cora then tell Robert, her voice composed and her expression unshaken, "No, I understand. Since the meeting was supposed to be between both of us, I wasn’t aware of that arrangement earlier. But now that I am, definitely there is no need of Malisa being here."

At that moment, Cora slowly turned to face Melissa. Her lips parted slightly as if to speak, but she hesitated. There was a tightness in her chest, not because she didn’t want Melissa there, but because she respected Robert’s position. She was about to gently ask Melissa to give them some space so the conversation could proceed as originally intended.

Malisa, already picking up on the unspoken message, gave a faint nod. She was ready to excuse herself without complaint, knowing Cora well enough to sense when she was trying to maintain professionalism. But before a single word left Cora’s mouth, Robert’s voice cut in, calm but assertive.

"Well," Robert said, waving his hand slightly in a dismissive but friendly manner, "there’s really no need for that. Malisa can stay."

Then he gave Malisa a light, courteous smile. "Like I said, I’ve heard a lot about her. I don’t have any issue with her presence."

Cora blinked, a little caught off guard. It wasn’t often that someone reversed a decision so fluidly, especially someone of Robert’s caliber. She glanced at Malisa, then back at Robert, searching his face for any sign of insincerity. But he remained composed, businesslike.

And then, before Cora could even reply or question his change of tone, Robert leaned forward slightly, his voice turning firmer, more direct.

"But let’s not waste time," he said, resting his elbows gently on the edge of the table. "You already know the real reason we’re here, Cora. So let’s get straight to business."

At that moment, Cora gave a simple nod in response to Robert’s words. Her expression remained calm, focused, her usual composed self when it came to business matters. She gently crossed one leg over the other, her back straight against the plush velvet of the VIP lounge chair, and adjusted her sleeve without making it seem like she was trying to impress anyone.

While on the outside Robert maintained a professional demeanor, nodding back at her with a confident half-smile, deep within his mind something entirely different was happening.

Cora was astonishing.

There was something about her presence that wasn’t just beautiful it was arresting. It wasn’t only her flawless skin, or her well-fitted business attire that hugged her figure just enough to command attention. It wasn’t just the subtle scent of her perfume that lingered in the air between them, nor the calm cadence of her voice that balanced strength and grace. No. It was something much deeper than appearance.

It was her poise. Her silence spoke volumes. The way she listened, the way her eyes scanned the room like someone who had already mastered it, she carried herself like someone born to lead, someone built for something bigger than boardrooms and contracts.

And in that moment, Robert who had remained single his entire adult life, who had attended countless charity galas, power meetings, and high-society events felt something he hadn’t felt in nearly two decades. A pull. A gravity. Something that couldn’t be ignored.

He had spent most of his life being called "the perfect man." A title he neither chased nor rejected. But it came with expectations—be calculated, be focused, be unattached until you find the one who checks every box. And for years, no one had.