The room held its breath. All eyes were fixed on Alexander, caught between admiration for his audacity and the sheer, giddy thrill of what was about to unfold.
Alexander Pierce doing a table dance? The very thought was dizzying. Guests were already angling for the best view, phones poised to capture the moment for posterity.
“But—”
Alexander’s authoritative voice cut through the rising excitement. He lifted a finger, pointing directly at Mirena, his gaze locking with hers.
“I lost to you, and you alone, Mirena. I pay my debts.”
His voice dropped, low and final. “The rest of you are just spectators. So now—get out.”
Before the crowd could fully process his words, Ryan swiftly ushered every guest from the room, leaving Mirena alone with Alexander.
In the sudden emptine
