Chapter 11 - The Grand Entrance
Elena walked into the gala looking like a goddess of vengeance.
She wore a stunning, blood-red evening gown that commanded the attention of the entire room.
She was not hiding in the shadows anymore.
Mateo nearly dropped his drink when he saw her.
He rushed over, forcing a fake smile for the cameras.
"Elena, sweetheart, what are you doing here?" he hissed under his breath.
Elena smiled radiantly, posing perfectly for the local press.
"I am the platinum sponsor of tonight's event, Mateo."
Mateo looked thoroughly confused.
"You can't afford that!" he snapped quietly.
Elena leaned in, her lips barely brushing his ear.
"I own the building we're standing in, darling."
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Mateo physically stumbled backward, the color draining entirely from his face.
He looked at her as if she were a ghost.
