g light over the ballroom, but Jeanne

crystal flute of champagne from his silver tray. She raised her

Clink

magnet. Several Wall Street executives standing nearby turned t

ked onto the woman in the blood-red dress. The disgraced, bankrupt daughter of the Beaumont family,

to impress a senator. He noticed the sudden shift

landed on

im, spilling onto his expensive Italian leather shoes. All the blood drained

here? How di

sheer panic. Guilt and jealousy twisted her features, and she instinc

gh her stomach. She stopped walking. She looked directly at D

declarati

z. The scent of scanda

at the head table. He was leaning back in his chair, one hand resting on

d to strike up a conversation, but they took on

ethal swan. The raw admiration in his chest burned hot, mi

lightly. Gerry leane

dangerous rumble. "Tell security no one leaves. Co

earpiece. Within seconds, Kian's men moved like

stop Jeannette before she opened her mouth. He shoved his em

estate moguls-men Devyn had been trying to co

eavy hand on Devyn's shoulder. "I was just lookin

past them politely. "Gentlemen,

th us," another insisted,

en to stall him. He was trapped, forced to watch

ly. She walked straight up to Zara.

re. She forced a trembling, sickly-sweet smile onto her face. "J

t blink. She di

hrew the entire glass of cold cha

her expensive hair. Zara shrieked, a high-pitched, ugly sound that echoed off the vaulte

ass to a stunned waiter passing by, not

isted in rage. He grabbed Jeannette's arm, his fingers digging into her

d down at his h

voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the r

he metal groaned. He was half out of his chair, ready

murder in Jeannette's eyes mad