As the accusatory finger of Jane Hobbs remained locked onto Allen Morgan, the cavernous hall erupted in a violent surge of whispers and judgmental murmurs. The socialites leaned into each other, their eyes darting between the VIP row and the stage with predatory curiosity.
"Who is that guy anyway? How did a nobody get a seat in the front row?" a woman in silk hissed to her companion.
"I’ve never heard of a Mr. Morgan from any prominent family in Novus City," came the reply.
"Wait! Look at his face. Isn't he the one from the news a few days ago? The supposed boyfriend of Miss Turner?"
The realization rippled through the crowd like a shockwave. The scandal that had been simmering in the tabloids was now unfolding in front of their very eyes.
On the stage, Charles Lewis narrowed his eyes
