Chapter 112

The moment Cole stepped out of his sleek black car, the valet rushed forward, bowing slightly as he opened the door. The crisp evening air carried the soft murmur of guests already inside, mingling over champagne and quiet laughter. “Good evening, Mr. Kings,” the event coordinator greeted him the second he stepped onto the carpeted entrance. She was impeccably dressed, her headset slightly askew as she tried to manage the chaos of running an event of this scale.