Chapter 303
Author: Poen Konnet
last update2025-10-28 21:23:46

The moment hung suspended and the air so taut it could have snapped.

Damien Blackwell’s gaze fixed on Charlotte as soon as he heard her last word.

His sharp eyes finally landed on Logan—plainly dressed, calm, almost indifferent in the sea of fine suits and jewels.

The man’s quiet composure seemed to irritate him, though he wouldn’t show it.

For a heartbeat, Damien said nothing.

Then, with the unhurried precision of someone born to be watched, he adjusted his cufflinks, smoothed the front of his tailored black suit, and began walking toward Charlotte.

His polished shoes clicked against the marble floor, each sound echoing through the charged stillness of the Sullivan banquet hall.

All eyes in the room followed him.

His face remained composed, his chin held high, but his eyes gleamed with something sharper than charm, something that made the crowd’s breath catch.

When he stopped directly before Charlotte, the tension was almost unbearable. He gave a faint, practiced smile that didn
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