Chapter 28
The philanthropic gala hosted by Lottie Westbrook was a masterpiece of high-society elegance, completely integrating the syndicate into the legitimate elite. The grand ballroom of the estate was bathed in brilliant, cinematic light, entirely devoid of any dull yellow tint. The vivid colors of the floral arrangements popped against the pristine white marble floors. The room was filled with the city's political and corporate titans. They mingled with crystal glasses, their sharp American accents echoing through the luxurious space. They all knew the rumors of Dorian's ruthless power, but no one dared to speak a word of disrespect. They smiled and bowed to the king and queen of the city. Lottie stood at the top of the grand staircase, looking breathtaking in a sweeping, midnight-blue evening gown. The heavy diamond jewelry she wore caught the bright light flawlessly. Dorian offered her his tattooed hand, his dark eyes burning with fierce, unwavering devotion. As they descended the stairs, the entire room fell silent in absolute respect.
