Chapter 18: Car Crash
(Author's POV)
The security chief whispered something in Adrian’s ear. Adrian nodded sharply and signaled the technical staff.
The massive screen behind the stage flickered to life. The feed was grainy but unmistakable. It showed a secluded corner of the ballroom from twenty minutes ago.
Nina Wallace stood there in her red dress. She pulled a thick roll of cash from her clutch. She shoved it into the waiter’s hand. Her lips moved, giving him clear, angry instructions.
The ballroom went silent. The evidence was irrefutable.
Nina’s face drained of all color. She looked like a ghost.
"That's... that's not..." she stammered, but the words died in her throat.
The guests turned on her instantly. The elite circle had no tolerance for this kind of clumsy, low-
