Chapter 7 - The Crimson Evidence
The cinematic realism of the absolute, suffocating tension paralyzed the ballroom.
Beatrice looked up into the deep-set, piercing gray eyes of the towering billionaire. For a microsecond, she was terrified. But then, she saw the subtle, undeniable warmth reflecting in his gaze.
Without breaking eye contact, Gabriel slowly reached inside his tailored tuxedo jacket.
The entire wealthy crowd watched in stunned silence as Gabriel pulled out a thick, unmistakably familiar object. It was the handmade crimson-red knitted scarf. He held it gently in his massive, powerful hands.
Beatrice completely froze. Her rosy cheeks flushed deeply as absolute, undeniable realization hit her. The most feared, wealthy man in the city was the freezing stranger she had given her last meal to in the snow.
"I believe this belongs to you," Gabriel whispered softly, his deep voice carrying a profound, devastating respect.
Before Beatrice could even speak, Gabriel reached into his pocket a second time. He pulled out a small, exquisite velvet jewelry box. With slow, deliberate grace, he popped the box open, revealing a magnificent, flawless sapphire ring that caught the chandelier's light.
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Vanessa let out a horrific, high-pitched gasp of pure jealousy in the background.
👉 Richard pushed his way through the crowd, making the most apocalyptic, fatal mistake of his entire life.
