g light over the ballroom, but Jeanne
crystal flute of champagne from his silver tray. She raised her
Clink
magnet. Several Wall Street executives standing nearby turned t
ked onto the woman in the blood-red dress. The disgraced, bankrupt daughter of the Beaumont family,
to impress a senator. He noticed the sudden shift
landed on
im, spilling onto his expensive Italian leather shoes. All the blood drained
here? How di
sheer panic. Guilt and jealousy twisted her features, and she instinc
gh her stomach. She stopped walking. She looked directly at D
declarati
z. The scent of scanda
at the head table. He was leaning back in his chair, one hand resting on
d to strike up a conversation, but they took on
ethal swan. The raw admiration in his chest burned hot, mi
lightly. Gerry leane
dangerous rumble. "Tell security no one leaves. Co
earpiece. Within seconds, Kian's men moved like
stop Jeannette before she opened her mouth. He shoved his em
estate moguls-men Devyn had been trying to co
eavy hand on Devyn's shoulder. "I was just lookin
past them politely. "Gentlemen,
th us," another insisted,
en to stall him. He was trapped, forced to watch
ly. She walked straight up to Zara.
re. She forced a trembling, sickly-sweet smile onto her face. "J
t blink. She di
hrew the entire glass of cold cha
her expensive hair. Zara shrieked, a high-pitched, ugly sound that echoed off the vaulte
ass to a stunned waiter passing by, not
isted in rage. He grabbed Jeannette's arm, his fingers digging into her
d down at his h
voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the r
he metal groaned. He was half out of his chair, ready
murder in Jeannette's eyes mad
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