Jovan sauntered in, draped in a garish sequin suit and diamond cufflinks that screamed excess.
The whispers started almost instantly.
“Goodness, why is he dressed like that? It’s so tacky…”
“I heard he used to be nothing more than a servant in the Anderson family. Somehow, he climbed his way up to be Eliana’s assistant.”
“Men like him? Ambition and greed, through and through.”
Jovan’s face betrayed nothing as he strode directly toward me.
“Louis,” he thundered, making sure everyone heard, “why aren’t you wearing those limited-edition shoes?”
I took a measured sip of wine, my voice calm and almost lazy. “They were touched by something filthy, so I threw them away.”
For a split second, his composure slipped before he gave a cold, sharp laugh. “Louis, mark my words, you’ll never be a match for me.”
Before his words had even faded, Jovan suddenly toppled backward with a heavy crash, sending the champagne tower collapsing in a glittering cascade. Glass shattered in every direction.
“Ah!” His scream cut through the air, instantly drawing every gaze in the room.