“Excuse me, Mr. Chris!” One of the waiters asked him to move aside as he stood in the middle of the way, with a soft nod, Christian moved aside.The night was too perfect, too calm, and that alone made Christian uneasy.The laughter, the gentle exchange of looks, the orchestra’s slow melody… everything flowed like a well-rehearsed dream. But beneath the perfection, he couldn’t shake some strange weight sitting on his chest. The faint warmth of the amulet still lingered against his palm, and his eyes occasionally darted across the grand hall, looking for that unfamiliar man he’d seen earlier.He scanned the crowd again and again.Guests mingled and laughed, champagne sparkled under chandeliers, while Oliver was still putting on his best future CEO smile, but the man in the black suit, the one with the silver wind-shaped brooch had vanished completely.Christian adjusted his tie and exhaled softly. “Don’t overthink, Chris,” he muttered under his breath. “It’s just another guest, probab