Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Party Preparations

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Chapter 120

~Author’s POV~

The evening was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of wind outside the massive windows of Andrew Blake’s study.

He leaned over his polished mahogany desk, the light from his sleek desk lamp casting a warm glow over the pile of papers and open laptop.

The faint scent of leather and aged books filled the room, grounding him as he sifted through the latest financial reports for the upcoming partnership launch.

His phone buzzed on the desk. Frowning, he picked it up, noting the unknown number. With a swipe of his finger, he opened the message and read aloud:

"Can’t wait to see you during your business party, Drew. It’s been forever."

A small smile crept across his face. His fingers flew across the screen as he typed a response. "Can’t wait either to see you, bro."

As he hit send, he leaned back in his leather chair, his gaze drifting to the ceiling for a moment. His smile lingered and a rare flicker of warmth in an otherwise calculated man.

"And when you come," Andrew murmured to himself, his voice tinged with mischief, "I’ll have a special gift for you. Someone special."

Before his thoughts could wander further, a chime from his laptop drew his attention. An email notification popped up in the corner of the screen. He straightened, navigating to his inbox with a few quick taps.

As the email loaded, his eyes narrowed, scanning the contents. Then, a sharp glint of satisfaction flashed in his gaze.

"Bingo," he muttered, a slow, predatory smile curving his lips. "Got you, bro. You’ve found them all."

The room fell silent again as Andrew leaned forward, steepling his fingers. Whatever he had just uncovered, it was clearly another step in his secret plans.

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~Zara’s POV~

**Snow’s Mansion**

The golden rays of the setting sun poured through my bedroom windows as I stood in front of the mirror, half-done styling my hair.

Tonight was Andrew’s business dinner, and though I was nervous, I was also eager to attend.

I was midway through curling a strand when a knock interrupted me. "Come in," I called, setting down the curling iron.

The door creaked open, and two maids entered, each holding shopping bags in both hands. They walked briskly toward the bed, dipping their heads politely before speaking in unison. "Ma’am Zara, the master sent these."

Curious, I turned to watch them place the bags neatly on the bed before excusing themselves. As soon as they left, I approached the bed and began peeking into the bags.

Inside the first, I found a breathtaking onion-coloured bodycon gown with a high slit running up the right thigh and an open-back design that made it look both daring and elegant.