As word rapidly rippled through the high-society circles that Michael Thorn had materialized at the estate in person, the wave of wealthy mourners suddenly swelled, arriving one after another to pay their respects. Those who arrived early counted themselves exceptionally fortunate to catch a fleeting glimpse of the supreme tycoon.
Michael calmly offered a traditional incense tribute to honor Gabriel's spirit before guiding a physically stabilized Evelyn out of the oppressive Muller residence.
He opened the door of her luxury Maserati, letting the emotionally drained little woman settle into the plush leather back seat before sliding in directly beside her. A massive crowd of high-ranking aristocrats tracked their entry into the vehicle, yet not a single soul possessed the audacity to step forward and disrupt their privacy.
