The gates of Château Dubois loomed large, wrought iron teeth biting into the crisp Parisian air. Isabelle shivered, not entirely from the cold. The sheer scale of the estate was breathtaking, a testament to generations of Dubois wealth, but it also felt…imposing. A fortress guarding secrets, just like Henri himself had been. Or Alexandre. She still stumbled over the name in her mind, the disconnect between the gentle gardener and the powerful CEO a chasm she was struggling to bridge.