He glanced at the flashing cameras pointed their way and wrapped an arm around Annika’s waist. A smile touched his eyes, but as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, his voice was laced with an undeniable chill. “If you don’t want the paparazzi to have a field day, play along.”
Annika’s eyes curved into a smile of her own as she elegantly looped her arm through Conrad’s.
The moment they stepped into the ballroom, they became the center of attention, drawing countless looks of admiration and envy. The man was the epitome of refined elegance, exuding the quiet confidence of a successful businessman. The woman was tall and strikingly beautiful, a vision of pure grace who outshone everyone in the room.
Every person there envied Annika’s incredible luck. Marrying Conrad Beryl was a dream for countless women in Seafall City; he was, without a doubt, one of the most handsome and wealthy men in the metropolis.
Soon, Conrad was pulled away by a partner from the Beryl Group. Annika plucked a glass of juice from a passing waiter’s tray and began to weave through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries as she made her way toward the heart of the party.
Suddenly, a woman’s envious voice drifted into her ear.
“Annika is so lucky. Mr. Beryl must dote on her. I heard he gave her a Bvlgari blue diamond ring worth over ten million dollars for their wedding!”
Annika turned toward the sound and saw an unfamiliar face. The woman’s husband was likely a senior executive at the Beryl Group, since the executives and their spouses had all been invited to celebrate Zoltan Beryl’s eightieth birthday.
“Have you heard? The Sargent Group is in trouble. Marcus Sargent had a stroke after getting into it with his creditors, and he’s still unconscious. And Mr. Beryl hasn’t lifted a finger to help!”
Annika took a sip of her juice, her sharp gaze landing on the speaker.


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