Evan sat comfortably in the leather armchair of the exclusive lounge, lazily scrolling through a high-society group chat on his phone. Suddenly, a newly uploaded video caught his eye. He tapped it, leaning closer as the footage played.
It was the chaotic scene from the Stewart Group gala. The camera perfectly captured the moment Dominic Vance dove into the pool, swept a shivering Natalie into his arms, and stormed away—leaving Rachel standing entirely alone under the harsh glare of the terrace lights.
Evan turned his head, looking toward the far corner of the VIP suite. Athan Gray was sitting there, a heavy luxury cigar clamped between his lips, almost burnt down to the ash. He was staring out toward the lounge’s private floor with a lazy, entirely detached look, seemingly bored by the w
