Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown

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."

"Do you

"Why?"

matter which one you

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

"Come on, pick someone."

before Serena could respond, the

police are here for some reason. You'd better slip out the

Serena's hand, and they hurried out through

more than a few wives from Northspire's most prominent families were making a discreet escape as well. Serena spotted them at a

driver's seat. She started the car with a frown. "Wasn't this place supposed to be

next place, they

stubborn as ever, insisted on trying

police were waiting right

have a tracking device on me or something? Wherever I go, the

unbothered. Truthfully, she hadn't wanted to go out in the first

hit a bar

least the bar was police-free, but Gabrielle found it dull. By ten o'clock, she and Serena