His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 537

The award ceremony was set in a hall that screamed local charm. When Eliza arrived, she was taken aback by how big a deal this event was for Sean. The place was decked out magnificently, and she spotted many familiar faces from TV mingling around. Her seat was right up front. Meanwhile, Juan, her companion for the evening, was seated further back because he was just part of the audience.

Eliza felt a wave of social anxiety wash over her, leaving her slightly on edge. Her palms were slick with sweat. The hall was jam-packed, and in a dark corner of the last row, a man dressed head to toe in black caught her eye. With a black hat and mask, his dark eyes were like beacons piercing through the shadows.

His gaze was sharp and intense, zeroing in on her like a hawk eyeing its prey, as she stood out in her white dress...

The ceremony moved along with entertainment bits here and there. As her category drew near, a wave of nerves hit Eliza. She'd never been to such a grand affair before. Juan was seated far enough away that she had this unsettling feeling of reaching out for support but finding nothing to hold onto.

When her name was announced, her heart dropped, and she made her way to the stage, clutching the hem of her dress. She tried to maintain a calm exterior, but her heart was racing so fast that her English stumbled a bit. Thankfully, she managed to keep it together without any mishaps.

After accepting the trophy and the prize check, she smiled, nodded, and headed off the stage. As she turned to find her seat, she glanced casually toward the back of the venue and, unexpectedly, locked eyes with a stranger.

lingered, and she turned back

believe it was Casper's ghost haunting that man's body. With a sigh, Eliza rubbed her temples, aware she was being

with his favorite celebrities when he accidentally bumped into

"You here for the awards too? You look like a star yourself. Mind if

in for a selfie. But the man brushed him off and

that was

one

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He made a mental note

flashes kept the night alive. Eliza spotted the man she had locked eyes with earlier, slipping into a sleek dark car that sped off in a flash, as if he was never

familiar. A bold thought crossed her mind: what if Casper wasn't dead, and he was

just a lookalike? Or was everyone hiding something from her? But why? She didn't want his fortune or his shares. What was the