Chapter 3 - The Eight-Year Search
The man in the all-black suit completely ignored the Woman in Silver. He didn't stand up. He didn't brush the glass fragments off his black trousers.
Instead, he slowly raised his head, looking up directly at Abigail. His dark eyes widened, slowly swimming with heavy, overwhelming tears that he made no effort to hide.
Abigail stared back at him, her crying pausing for a fraction of a second as she tried to process the sheer intensity of his gaze. There was no anger in his face—only a raw, agonizing, bone-deep heartache.
He took a slow breath, his voice trembling violently as the profound emotion broke through his usually guarded exterior.
"I've been looking for her for almost eight years," the man whispered, his words hanging heavily in the dead silence of the ballroom.
Abigail looked down at him in total shock, her crying pausing completely as she tried to comprehend what "her" meant.
Across the room, the Woman in Silver finally frowned, sensing a shift in the air that she couldn't quite explain. "Excuse me, sir, who are you talking about? This is just a hired waitress—"
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"Shut your mouth," the man in black said without even turning his head, his voice dropping into a lethal, quiet register that made the socialite instantly clamp her lips shut.
👉 The billionaire had just invoked a terrifying authority, and the mystery of the past eight years was about to unravel.
