PART 2: THE SHOCKING REVELATION
The collective gasp that echoed through the grand ballroom was deafening.
Celeste stepped backward, her face draining of all color as the torn silk fell from her trembling fingers onto the polished marble floor.
“W-wife?” Celeste stammered, looking frantically between Sebastian’s icy glare and Eve, who was wrapping the tailored tuxedo jacket tightly around herself.
Eve wasn’t an undercover staff member, nor was she a catering assistant trying to make extra cash.
She was Eve Mercer-Vale, the reclusive lead architect and majority shareholder of the very foundation hosting the gala, who had insisted on working alongside the setup staff anonymously to inspect the venue before the event began.
“You thought you were putting a service worker in her place,” Sebastian said, his voice ringing with absolute, terrifying authority across the silent room.
“Instead, you just assaulted the benefactor who personally funded your family’s struggling firm last month.”
(Celeste’s desperate attempts to save herself are about to backfire! Click “Next Page” to continue reading…)
