He’d even instructed his assistant to send a blind invitation to the “Chairwoman of Holloway,” begging for a second chance.

“Julian,” I said, a dangerous smile touching my lips. “Call Liam’s assistant. Tell him the Chairwoman of Holloway Global accepts his invitation. And tell my stylist I need the most expensive gown in Charlotte.”

Chapter 5 — The Gala

The ballroom of the Ritz-Carlton was dripping in crystal chandeliers and desperate arrogance.

Liam and Beatrice Vance stood near the entrance, greeting Charlotte’s elite with plastic smiles.

Liam looked frantic, checking his watch, waiting for the mythical savior of Holloway Global to walk through the doors.

Clara stood slightly behind them in a simple black dress, clutching her purse. She knew what was coming.