Chapter 220

Beneath their feet, expensive velvet carpets covered the marble floor.

Oil paintings-each one rare and valuable-adorned the walls, every piece set in a finely crafted frame. Ornate gold trim caught the light, glittering like stardust scattered across the room.

"Miss Chatham," greeted a woman in her thirties as she approached. She wore a striking red dress that hugged her figure, and her face was both elegant and beautiful. "It's been too long."

Gabrielle didn't bother with pleasantries. "So, any new faces lately?"

"Oh, absolutely." The woman smiled, but there was nothing flirtatious or sycophantic about it. "This way, please."

She led them into a private lounge, handed Gabrielle a roster, and quietly slipped away.

Gabrielle slid the roster across the table to Serena. "Go ahead, pick anyone you like! Don't be shy."

Serena grimaced. "I really don't need this."

"Trust me," Gabrielle replied, dead serious. "Serena, you absolutely need this."

Gabrielle pressed on. "Do you know

"Why?"

you down, no matter which

Serena stared, bewildered. "What...?"

"Come on, pick someone."

could respond,

police are here

an instant. She grabbed Serena's hand, and they hurried out through

several other women-including more than a few wives from Northspire's most prominent families were making a discreet

"Wasn't this place supposed to be safe? How did the police find

they ran into the police

stubborn as ever, insisted

time, the police were waiting right at

kidding me?" Gabrielle groaned. "Do I have a tracking device

it's just a citywide crackdown tonight," Serena offered, unbothered. Truthfully, she

a bar

it dull. By ten o'clock, she

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255