Chapter 10 - The Gala of Revenge
A month later, the annual City Charity Gala was held.
It was the very event where Eleanor expected to make her grand return.
Clara arrived on Julian’s arm, wearing a custom emerald gown that stopped traffic.
Every head in the room turned as they descended the grand staircase.
Eleanor was standing by the ice sculpture, her face turning pale with rage.
She marched right up to Clara, ignoring the cameras.
“You think a new dress makes you one of us?” Eleanor hissed.
Clara did not flinch, she did not look down.
She stood tall, channeling every ounce of Julian’s confidence.
“No, Eleanor,” Clara replied calmly.
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“But knowing your father is currently being indicted for corporate murder makes me better than you.”
Eleanor let out a horrified gasp as FBI agents entered the ballroom.
