EAVESDROPPING ON STRATEGY.
Emma's POV.
The security at the entrance of the Zander Cooperation headquarters was incredibly tight, but using my restored Quinn family credentials allowed me to slip past the front guards without raising any immediate red flags, and the moment I stepped inside the massive, glittering ballroom where the high-end charity gala was being hosted, I kept my head down to avoid the flashing cameras of the reporters. My long white hair was pinned up securely under a dark silk scarf to conceal my identity from anyone who might recognize me from the clinic, and as I looked around the crowded room filled with wealthy elites sipping expensive champagne, my eyes scanned the crowd for Nathan Zander’s towering figure. I spotted him standing near the front stage talking to
