The chandelier above the Eastvale Grand’s conference room glittered with the kind of opulence only the elite could afford. Velvet-draped walls, security at every corner, and faces—so many familiar, calculating faces—filled the long table at the center. The Violetcrest Club meeting for the Eastvale Project was underway, with developers, investors, and high-ranking socialites buzzing with eager tension.
And yet all of it hushed the moment the doors swung open.
Olivia West stepped in.
Heels clicking softly, her entrance demanded silence. The CEO of WestGlobal rarely attended in person. Her presence meant something seismic was about to shift.
But what truly stunned everyone was not her arrival.
It was the way she walked straight past the Mayor, past the city’s top banker, past the royal h
