Chapter 3 - Lockdown in the Ballroom
"Who handed you this tray?" Victor demanded, his tone turning ice-cold as he took a slow, calculated step toward Lena.
"The head catering manager... Mr. Vance," Lena stammered, her voice shaking as she gestured toward the kitchen doors. "He told me it was a special vintage reserved only for your private table."
Victor didn't break eye contact with her. He raised his left hand slightly, signaling his lead bodyguard. The tall man in a dark suit immediately tapped his wrist microphone, his face tight with urgency.
"Lock down all exits. Now," the bodyguard ordered in an urgent whisper.
Heavy iron security gates slammed down over the glass doors of the ballroom with a deafening metallic thud. The high-society guests panicked, whispering in utter terror as armed guards sealed every corridor.
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Victor stepped closer to Lena, placing a protective arm in front of her chest, shielding her from the surrounding crowd as he turned toward his inner circle with burning, murderous eyes.
👉 Keep reading to find out why the head catering manager targeted the mafia boss.
