Vivian White stumbled out of the hotel, her mind in turmoil, too distracted to notice the shadowy figures trailing her from across the street.
Meanwhile, inside a sleek black sedan parked nearby, Theodore Huxley’s special assistant, Miles, handed him a tablet. "Mr. Huxley, here is the surveillance footage you requested from tonight's event."
Theodore took the device, his sharp eyes scanning the video. On the screen, Vivian White appeared, clutching an evening gown as she slipped out of the banquet hall. The moment she spotted him on the phone, she ducked into the shadows, eavesdropping.
So, she had been deceiving him all along!
His fingers tightened around the tablet, but then, another memory surfaced—the way her eyes had shimmered earlier, unshed tears threatening to fall, yet never q
