The sound of rushing footsteps and panicked murmurs erupted as the crowd surged toward the commotion.
"Who dares lay a hand on me?!" Jameson Cariedo snarled, his voice raw with fury as he struggled to push himself off the floor. His usually impeccable suit was rumpled, his face twisted in outrage. He spat out a curse, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before glaring up at his assailant. "I’ll kill you, you bastard!"
The room had gone deathly still. No one moved. No one breathed.
All eyes were locked on Orion Black—the man known for his icy composure, his ruthless control—now standing over Jameson with a darkness in his gaze that sent chills down every spine. His knuckles were white, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might shatter.
Freya Winters stood frozen, h
