the ballroom was so thick it felt like it w
hoed through the
Is there an emergency requir
the chief wealth manager for the Dudley empire, his voice
user pocket, striking a pose of supreme, vindicated confidence. He swept his gaze
ed, his tone dripping with arrogant authority. "I want you to confirm, right now, on speakerphone
at Abbey. "And please inform our guests th
d, rhythmic clacking of a mech
heavy, uncomfortable silen
recken demanded, his brow fu
poke, his professional tone was lace
. but are you perhaps mistak
ulled his hand out of his pocket. "Mistak
His voice boomed through the b
t was completely frozen five years ago
tive, deafening gasp erupted from the hundreds of guests.
ned from his face so fast he looked like a corps
e!" Brecken yelled at the phone
himself from the fallout. "According to the authorization documents signed by Madam B
ickening sweat broke out across his forehead.
Arthur stated, delivering the fatal blow. "The account is registered under the name of Mi
lroom e
r of outrage and scandal. The elite guests st
ter to rot in prison with nothing, and ga
sters. Absolu
recken like physical blows. His hand shook so violen
stood in her frayed uniform, h
." Brecken muttered into the microphone, his elite facade co
r right leg forw
d out her hand. Her skin was rough, covered in calluses and sc
ing through the air like a jagged blade. "I didn't blow your money in underground casino
ade slicing through the D
run forward to stop the humiliation, but Chandler grabbed her arm, his fingers
e had stood on for five years crumbled into dust beneat
. His narcissistic brain frantically searche
y cutting the call. He spun around and glared at Abbe
ken screamed, spitting the words at her face. "You kept your mout
st, desperately trying to paint
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