Chapter 7 - Moving into the private VIP salon away from the glittering crowd where buried secrets and corporate betrayal collide beneath the glow of antique brass wall sconces.
"We cannot discuss this here," Ethan stated firmly, standing up and scooping little Leo into his strong arms.
Leo gasped softly, wrapping his small arms around his father's neck as the unfamiliar warmth of paternal embrace enveloped him.
"Marcus, clear the private VIP salon on the second floor immediately and ensure no one disturbs us," Ethan ordered the head guard.
"Yes, Mr. Sterling. Right away," Marcus responded, stepping forward to clear a path through the frozen crowd of onlookers.
Clara hesitated for a brief second, her hands smoothing down the white apron of her maid uniform before following behind them.
Vanessa lunged forward to block their path, her face twisted in an ugly mask of rage and humiliation.
"If you walk through those doors with that peasant and her bastard, Ethan, our engagement is permanently over!" Vanessa threatened furiously.
Ethan paused, looking back at her with a cold, dead look in his eyes that made the elite socialite freeze in her tracks.
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"Consider it terminated, Vanessa," Ethan replied flatly before pushing open the heavy mahogany doors of the VIP salon.
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