Chapter 4 - The Apex Predator
Blake rolled his eyes, heavily irritated by her unbreakable defiance.
"You really don't get it, do you?" Blake hissed, raising his hand as if he were about to aggressively shove her backward into the shattered glass. "I said—"
Blake never finished his sentence.
Suddenly, the crowd of wealthy guests violently parted like the Red Sea. The quiet hum of whispers completely died out. The entire grand ballroom went breathlessly, terrifyingly silent.
Stepping directly out of the crowd was Roman Veyne.
Roman was a towering, heavily muscled man in his forties wearing a sharp, custom-tailored black tuxedo. He had short silver hair, and the crisp white collar of his shirt barely covered the dark, intimidating tattoos creeping up his neck.
He wasn't just a wealthy guest. Roman Veyne was the most ruthless, untouchable, and feared billionaire in all of Boston. He owned the hotel. He owned the gala. He commanded absolute, paralyzing terror in the corporate underworld.
Roman didn't walk past Claire. He stepped directly behind her.
He stopped perfectly in place, forming a massive, impenetrable wall of black wool and pure muscle right behind the pregnant woman.
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"She asked you twice," Roman stated. His voice was incredibly low, dangerous, and vibrating with immense, lethal authority.
👉 How will the arrogant ex react when he realizes who is standing behind Claire?
