CHAPTER 35: CHERRY MAKES HER MOVE
Point of View: Lorain Hart
Cherry didn't scream. She didn't drop her bouquet of white lilies, and she certainly didn't lose her composure.
Instead, she closed the door behind her with a quiet, practiced click that sounded like the lock on a vault snapping shut.
"Your father’s private secretary called my home twenty minutes ago, Saviour," Cherry said smoothly, stepping into the dim light of the room. Her heels made no sound on the high-pile carpet of the VIP wing. "Mr. Kane was quite concerned about the Eastern State hit. He wanted to ensure your board appearance for tomorrow’s Gala wasn't compromised by a... concussion."
Her eyes flicked to me—cool, dismissive, and utterly devoid of warmth.
I didn't pull my hand out of Saviour’s grip. But Saviour’s f
