The room was in chaos. Guests screamed, scrambling for cover as masked men flooded the gala, brandishing weapons.
Samantha’s heart pounded, but she didn’t panic. She never panicked.
Her eyes darted to Vanessa, who stood still, a knowing smirk on her face. This wasn’t a robbery. It was a message.
Jason grabbed Samantha’s arm. “We need to get out of here—now.”
But Samantha yanked her arm free.
"I don’t run, Jason." Her voice was ice-cold.
Jason gritted his teeth. “For once, stop being arrogant and listen to me—”
BANG!
A gunshot echoed through the ballroom, silencing everything.
A man stepped forward—tall, powerful, and unmistakably dangerous.
Damian Laurent.
The billionaire tycoon. The ruthless investor. The man who wanted to see Samantha Davenport fall.
His dark eyes met hers, g
