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 know why you

"Why?"

all the same-they'll always let you down, no matter which one you choose. So, why shouldn't we get the

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

"Come on, pick someone."

before Serena could respond,

rushed in. "Miss Chatham, there's trouble-the police are here for some reason. You'd better slip out

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

prominent

as she slid into the driver's seat. She started the car with a frown. "Wasn't this place supposed to be safe? How did the police

at the next place, they ran into the

stubborn as ever, insisted on trying

the police were waiting right at the

a tracking device on

Truthfully, she hadn't

it. Let's just hit a bar and get a

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