The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 476

Chapter 208 Do I Know You?

But because something about her face didn’t immediately connect.

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Cruz-wearing Ashcroft’s identity-glanced subtly toward the real Ashcroft for confirmation.

A silent check passed between them.

Do we know her?

But the real Ashcroft didn’t react with recognition either.

Only a faint shift in his expression.

Confusion.

Then, almost imperceptibly, a small shake of his head.

No.

He didn’t know her.

Cruz registered it instantly.

His attention returned to the woman.

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He tilted his head slightly, studying her again-calm, measured, deliberate-but still nothing

clicked.

“..Do I know you?” he asked at last.

Her expression faltered for a brief second.

Not dramatic-

Just a small shift around her eyes. The kind that came from embarrassment after realizing she

remembered someone far more clearly than they remembered her.

A faint awkwardness crept into her posture, but she forced herself to speak anyway.

“Oh… you probably don’t remember,” she said quietly, trying to steady her voice. “But we’ve met

before.”

Her fingers tightened lightly against her sleeve before she continued.

“At the Velvet Room… I work there part-time.”

A brief pause.

The moment the name left her mouth, something flickered across the real Ashcroft’s face behind the disguise.

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Chapter 208 Dal Know You?

Recognition.

Not of her specifically-

But of the place.

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The woman didn’t flinch. Instead, she lifted her chin, her eyes locking onto his with a searing clarity

that refused to be dismissed.

The weight of the room’s silence no longer felt like a burden-it felt like a stage.

“I was one of the hostesses assigned to the VIP section,” she admitted with confidence.

Her voice didn’t waver. If anything, saying it out loud gave her a dangerous kind of importance. It

was the kind of confidence that came from believing proximity to a man like Nicholas Ashcroft-

even for a price-gave her a claim that no one else in the department had.

“You used to come there pretty often, Mr. Ashcroft,” she said softly.

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the silent department with a sudden, sharp arrogance. She

wasn’t looking at them like colleagues anymore; she was looking at them like audience members.

Her eyes returned to Cruz, gleaming with a dangerous level of self-assurance.

“I was assigned to your table a few times before, and we…” she let the words hang in the air, a

knowing smirk playing on her lips, “we shared more than just a few drinks. So, I thought you might

remember me.”

Ashcroft stayed silent behind the borrowed face.

But internally-

He was already cursing.

Not because the woman recognized him.

That part barely surprised him anymore.

It was the timing.

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