Under the dim, suggestive lights of the banquet hall, many people swayed to the music on the dance floor, their graceful movements harmonizing with the soft melodies.
Phoebe had no interest in watching. She was tense and restless, awkwardly dodging the unwanted advances of the middle-aged man beside her. Alexander's indifference only emboldened him further.
She shot desperate glances at Alexander, but he merely observed coldly.
In that moment, she fully understood his callousness. In this evening's affair, she was nothing more than his bargaining chip.
By bringing her here dressed so provocatively, he intended for her to attract the attention of these men...
Her heart was a whirlwind of emotions.
As Phoebe pondered this, Monroe's hand slid from her waist to her prominent chest, his a
