Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown novel Chapter 23

As soon as the door swung open, the private dining room fell into a hushed silence.

When the guests saw Aaron Vance enter, they all stood up to greet him. "Mr. Vance," they chorused.

Tonight was the birthday celebration for Frederick Foster, and Aaron, being a close friend of Frederick's, was naturally expected to make an appearance. What caught everyone off guard, however, was that he was alone.

Unable to resist, someone asked, "Mr. Vance, where's Miss Sullivan?"

The question barely hung in the air before another voice chimed in with a teasing remark. "Are you kidding? Since when has Serena ever missed a chance to follow Mr. Vance around? She's like his shadow."

Aaron had already taken his seat, crossing his long legs with an air of cool detachment. His presence, though calm, was tinged with a frosty aura, and his expression remained inscrutable.

The chatter continued unabated. "I remember last year at Mr. Foster's birthday party, Serena was glued to Mr. Vance, watching him like a hawk to make sure no other woman got too close."

Laughter erupted around the table.

Though Aaron's face was obscured by shadows, his memories were crystal clear. Last year, he had indeed brought Serena along, but it was at his suggestion, not hers. Frederick's parties were notorious for attracting celebrities and online influencers who, knowing Aaron's status, always found some excuse to cozy up to him. He found their antics—spilling drinks on him or "accidentally" slipping into his arms—exhausting. So he brought Serena to keep the peace.

Little did he know how others perceived it.

With a flick, Aaron ignited his lighter, the blue flame illuminating his features and casting sharp shadows that highlighted the intensity in his eyes.

"Serena went back to Northspire," he announced, his deep, resonant voice cutting through the dimly lit room.

For a moment, silence reigned.