Bab 67: The Socialite Tug-of-War    

[BONUS Chapter for reaching 100 GT! Thank you all! 🤍]

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[EVE]

The pain in my side throbbed relentlessly as the crowd pressed in, their eager faces too close, their questions and greetings blending into a dizzying blur.

I could feel my control slipping, but I forced myself to smile through it all. Each guest, each potential investor, each partner—all of them needed to be on our side and not on Sullivan.

That was my deal.

But the gunshot wound was making it impossible to concentrate, and the relentless crowd wasn't helping.

Cold sweat trickled down my spine, and my hands began to shake—until I felt a strong, warm hand slip into mine.

I looked up and found myself staring into icy blue eyes.

Cole.