at alone at Table 8. The other seats were empty; the socialites who were assigned to sit with her had my

ng too hard at Liam's jokes. Every few minutes, Liam would whisper something to Ser

er champagne.

boomed from the stage. "We now move to

ghter rippled t

solate wasteland. Rusted shipping containers, patches of oil-slicke

neer tried to sell it, though even he sounded

. Dead

ed. "I wouldn't buy that for a

Her fingers brushed the p

re Tech Park" initiative. The land values skyrocketed overnight, increasing by two thousand percent. Th

this

ised he

Her voice was clear, cu

. Heads snapped

twisting in disbelief. He stood up and mar

her. "Are you drunk? That land is wor

t him. She looked

dy in red," the auctio

," Skye said calmly. "I c

"I won't let you ruin our f

eyebrow. "I thought you said my

ing so hard he was choking on his drink. "Boss,

finger against his chin. He had heard whispers-rumors from his contacts in the planning com

he just

Alistai

ped laughi

gainst

ss, it'

o

the microphone connected t

ver the speakers. "The VI

ir Thorne was bidding? If Thorne wa

th. The dark glass hid him, but she knew he was there

is land was her exit strat

n. Her hand was steady, bu

ion," Sky

o have a stroke. "Skye! Stop! T

the auctioneer y

the VIP booth. She willed him to s

ind her stoic mask. He saw the way her knuckles were wh

. "Let he

d. "To Mrs. Kensington

le were shaking their heads, whispe

tling the silverware. "You have ruined

was the same height

aid, her voice dropping to a whisper that only he

ing the faint trace of Sera

t a di

between them, heavier th

losing. He had threatened her with divorce a th

...

r clutch. "Enjoy the rest of the night with

ng the gala, leaving the husband,