Chapter 11 - after the storm
The grand hall sank into an eerie silence after Celeste's screaming died down. The aristocratic guests slowly backed away, no one daring to utter a sound or make another comment about the tragedy that had just unfolded.
They knew full well that Caleb Blackwell was not a man to be trifled with. The decision to cancel the billion-dollar wedding in the blink of an eye proved the extreme decisiveness and ruthlessness of this powerful, young billionaire.
Marisol still held little Daisy tightly, her body trembling from the lingering panic. Caleb's promise of protection was like a life preserver unexpectedly thrown into the middle of a storm-ravaged sea.
"Thank you, Mr. Blackwell," Marisol whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "I... I am truly sorry for causing this disruption. I had no intention of ruining your important party."
Caleb stood up, calmly brushing the smeared cake frosting off his expensive trousers. He looked at Marisol, his eyes completely devoid of the terrifying coldness they held when facing the wicked Celeste.
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"No need to apologize. The fault lies with the liar," Caleb said in a deep voice. "The butler will arrange everything. Take the child home to rest." A terrifying silence enveloped the entire underground empire.
👉 read part 12 to see caleb order an investigation.
