Easton Gillum was the powerhouse behind Grant Enterprises. Sure, his social clout couldn't hold a candle to Casper's, but he had something Casper desperately needed a prime piece of real estate. No matter how high Casper went with his offers, Easton wouldn't budge. And without this land, Welton International's projects for the next year were toast, potentially costing them billions. Today, Casper was playing to win.

"Hello Mr. Gillum," Casper greeted, holding Eliza's hand as they approached Easton. Easton's eyes lit up with a mix of surprise and eagerness when he saw Eliza-she was a beauty who could stop traffic. "This is..." Easton began.

"She goes by Elle," Casper cut in, deliberately vague. The name alone carried enough implication.

Easton, ever the sharp player, got the hint right away. His eyes, filled with bold desire, locked onto Eliza as he extended his hand. "Miss Elle, an absolute pleasure."

With a teasing flick of her hair, Eliza offered her hand, her lips curving into sweet dimples. "Mr. Gillum, the pleasure is all mine."

"I must say, Mr. Casper, you've got a real gem here. Quite envious, I must admit," Easton said, still holding Eliza's hand, his eyes greedily taking in every detail of her delicate features. Her red lips were like a siren's call, impossible to resist.

despite her inner turmoil, had to face the grim reality: tonight, Casper was willing to offer her to seal this deal. Something inside her shattered, the silence

honor of a dance?" Eliza asked, her eyes twinkling

hand and led her to the dance floor.

the music played, his hand found her slim waist, occasionally gliding over the small of her back. Casper's eyes never left

approached, observing the pair on the dance floor. "Mr. Casper, Mr. Easton seems quite taken with Eliza. Looks like we've got this land deal in the bag." Casper stayed

discreetly hand Mr. Gillum the keycard along with

expression darkened as his brows knitted together. His look was thunderous. "Did you just suggest Eliza sleep with him? Did I say I wanted

Mr. Gillum for ages. You know how critical this land is for Welton International. If... Mrs. Welton can secure this, it would be a major win for both you and

fingers clenching into a tight fist, his eyes flashing dangerously. He saw Easton's hand slip beneath Eliza's dress, caressing

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