At the sound of that voice, everyone turned toward the entrance.
A tall, lean figure strode into the ballroom.
The man wore a perfectly tailored black tuxedo over a matching shirt, finished with a burgundy tie. He had the polished, slightly roguish air of a man born to privilege, an unruly smile playing across his handsome face. His warm, expressive eyes could make anyone feel as though they were the center of his attention, but beneath that easy charm was a hard, commanding edge.
"Is that... Noah Weston, the CEO of Weston Group?"
"What's he doing here? Doesn't Mr. Weston usually avoid parties like this?"
"I thought Weston Group and Hawthorne Group couldn't stand each other."
"Didn't you hear him say, 'Well said'? He looks like he's here to stir things up."
The guests immediately br
