Chapter 3 - Vivian Panic-Struck As Arthur’s Security Locks Down The Gala
Vivian staggered back against the mahogany bar, her manicured fingers clawing desperately at the orange juice stain on her dress.
“Mr. Vance, I... I didn't know she was your daughter!” Vivian stammered, her voice shaking with uncharacteristic, panicked terror.
Arthur didn’t even glance at her, his focus remaining entirely fixed on the blood staining his granddaughter’s small lip.
“Secure the exits,” Arthur commanded without raising his voice, his enforcers moving instantly to lock the bronze doors.
Not a single CEO, senator, or socialite dared to breathe as four armed security guards blocked every possible exit route.
Vivian looked around wildly for support, but her closest high-society friends suddenly averted their eyes and stepped away.
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“You assaulted a child in a room full of witnesses, Vivian,” Arthur stated, his tone dropping into a lethal register.
“She ruined an eighty-thousand-dollar silk gown!” Vivian screeched defensively, forgetting herself for a split second in her outrage.
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