The message was crystal clear: 'If you don’t want to sleep with me, there are plenty of others who would.'
I turned my face to the window, doing my best to ignore their shameless flirting and the breathy, suggestive noises Sydney kept making.
The car soon pulled up to the venue, camera flashes exploding in our direction.
Sydney hooked her arm through Terrence's, the two of them entering the grand hall like a perfectly matched couple.
I followed behind, but a familiar black Maybach in the distance caught my eye—the license plate was one I knew all too well.
He's here too?
Well, this would be interesting.
Suppressing a smirk, I lowered my gaze and stepped inside.
Terrence was the center of attention, surrounded by people offering their congratulations.
As Darwin's widow, I naturally carried the unspoken stigma of bad luck.
"What's he doing here?" Someone murmured as a ripple of commotion stirred near the entrance.
"This is going to be good—today is Herrera Corporation's succession ceremony, and yet Matheo decided to show up."
"I heard that ever since Matheo inherited the Weber family business, he's been at odds with the Herrera family. Is that true?"