The South District auction hall was packed and buzzing.
I entered at Julian's side in a sharply tailored white suit.
The moment we stepped into the exhibition hall, heads turned from every direction.
"Isn't that Mrs. Shaw? Why is she with Mr. Hart?"
"Mrs. Shaw? I heard they're already divorced. She's Mr. Hart's right-hand woman now."
I didn't react.
Julian tilted his head and asked quietly, "Nervous?"
"Adrian is the one who should be nervous."
I looked at Adrian in the distance, sweating as he argued over the phone, and smiled coldly.
Chloe, standing beside him, was properly dressed for once, though her face was full of impatience.
The moment Adrian saw us, he ended his call and strode over.
"What the hell are you trying to do, Evelyn?" he demanded through clenched teeth, keepin
