The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

The phone disconnected after his proclamation.

Sasha was in a state of shock. Yancy’s son? Solomon is Yancy’s son? Impossible!

Meanwhile, the ball was in full swing at the Empire State Tower. To accentuate the summit, the organizers had spared no expense in making the ball into an extravagant affair, including inviting various prominent stars and socialites to attend as guests.

The sound of mingling murmurs and clinking of champagne flutes filled the ballroom. Inhibition lowered under the effect of alcohol as several of Sebastian’s acquaintances were beginning to eye the socialites suggestively.

One of them nudged him. “Hayes, want to try your luck with any of the girls over there?”

The latter gave a perfunctory smile in response. “I’ll pass,” he said with an air of indifference.

Sensing his disinterest, the others left him alone and went to chat up the socialites.

There were two women in the ball who stood out among the rest. However, even the most brazen tycoons present were loath to hit on them.

other was the heiress of

of the business magnates had set their sights on the two women, but none of

crowd before settling on the lone figure lounging on the ballroom

as he appeared completely detached from the ball. However, the bored look on his face did nothing to hide his gorgeous features. With dark eyes and angular cheekbones

is that?” the heiress asked, her gaze

the question and stepped forth. “Ms. Benson,

Without further ado, she headed straight to where Sebastian

perfectly manicured hand at him.

the magnates were green with envy. They knew that having the Benson heiress’ affection could only mean good things for

as if she was invisible. It was a long moment later that he looked up, apparently finally realizing her presence. “You may not,” he said with

was sharp with disbelief. “Don’t you know

don’t care,” he said tersely. His patience with this woman was quickly running

to salvage the situation. “Mr. Hayes, Millie is the

“And?”