Allen Morgan maintained a firm, steady grip on Christian Hobbs’s hand as they crossed the threshold of the Supreme suite. The corridor was a gauntlet of terror-stricken enforcers; men who earned their living through violence and intimidation now stood like statues of salt, their gazes fixed resolutely on the floor. Not a single one of them dared to breathe loudly, let alone meet the eyes of the man who had just brought Ransom to the brink of total self-destruction.
Inside the room, the atmosphere remained heavy with a mixture of shock and a bitter, lingering envy. The female alumni watched Christian’s back as she disappeared, their hearts swirling with complex emotions. To them, she had been transformed into the protagonist of a fairy tale they hadn't believed in. Emily West, however, fel
