Three days later, a private cocktail party was held at the top-floor penthouse of a hotel owned by the White Group.
Those in attendance were close relatives of the White family, along with a handful of key executives.
Elizabeth was dressed in refined, expensive attire, her smile perfectly controlled as if nothing had ever happened.
Lily arrived in a light pink gown, her eyes occasionally flicking toward Sean.
From the moment he entered, Sean stuck close to me without leaving my side. Like a frightened dog that had already picked up the scent of danger.
"Honey, can I avoid drinking anything tonight?"
I nodded. "You can."
He exhaled in relief.
Then I added, "But you still have to see it through."
Sean fell silent.
Midway through the event, Lily came over holding a glass.
"Sean, I
