Violet’s fingers brushed lightly against her lips.
That kiss—of course. To him, it had probably meant nothing more than a game. The same confidence, the same predatory ease he used with any woman he wanted.
Lydia slipped her phone back into her clutch. “Now you’ve seen it for yourself. There are plenty more videos like that. And what you don’t see on camera—well, that’s even worse.”
Violet raised her eyes slowly. “What exactly are you trying to say?”
Lydia tilted her chin toward the backyard. “You see that man out there?”
Violet followed her gaze. It landed on Henri—the same man from the hot tub—pacing the backyard with a glass in hand, scanning the crowd.
“That’s Henri. One of the top execs of France’s biggest private fund. His family’s tied to the medical network across Europe—exa
