Greg moved through the grand ballroom like a seasoned performer, flashing his charismatic smile and exchanging warm greetings with the sea of elegantly dressed guests.
He was in his element, effortlessly charming everyone who approached him. Cammy remained by his side, poised and graceful, though a storm raged beneath her composed exterior.
Richard's words still echoed in her mind, threatening to shake her resolve. But she would not falter—not tonight. Not when Greg had trusted her enough to bring her into this world of power, prestige, and hidden daggers cloaked behind polite smiles.
A new wave of guests approached, and Greg turned to greet them when his face suddenly lit up with genuine surprise.
"Uncle Nick!" he exclaimed, his voice warm and welcoming. The older gentleman, Nicholas Parker, strode toward him with an air of authority, the kind that came naturally to men who had built empires with their bare hands.
