Chapter 3 - The Server's Shield
Ethan pushed his way through the cluster of bewildered guests, his billionaire composure completely fracturing as he marched across the polished marble floor toward the service entrance.
He stopped directly before Claire.
She stood tall, her posture rigid and defensive, holding the champagne tray with steady hands. Her expression was completely distant, masking any emotion she might have felt at seeing the man who had destroyed her life.
"Mr. Whitmore," Claire greeted him coldly, her voice devoid of any warmth, addressing him as if he were nothing more than a stranger paying for catering services.
Ethan didn't care about the title. His eyes darted down, and for the first time, he noticed what—and who—was standing right beside her.
Clinging closely to the sides of Claire's server uniform were three identical eight-year-old boys. They all wore matching, sharply tailored light blue suits and small bowties. Their posture was remarkably stiff, their young faces adopting guarded, suspicious expressions as they looked up at the wealthy man towering over their mother.
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Ethan stared at them, a strange, inexplicable chill running down his spine.
👉 Read Part 4 to see the striking, undeniable resemblance.
