She honestly hadn't expected a powerhouse like the Gardners to produce such an absolute disaster of an heir.
Marcus's lips twitched as he sighed in defeat. "You really haven't changed one bit."
Lyra shrugged nonchalantly. "If you don't need anything else, I'll be leaving now."
"Fine. Your legs, your rules. I won't stop you."
With that, Lyra turned and walked away.
She reclaimed her spot from earlier and flagged down a waiter, but this time she swapped her orange juice for a glass of champagne.
As she took her first sip, she noticed Miles staring at her from across the room.
Catching his eye, she raised her glass in his direction, gave it a subtle swirl, and offered a faint smile.
It was her quiet way of saying hello.
When she glanced slightly to the side, she realized Ezekiel's eyes were also pinned on her.
His gaze was razor-sharp, radiating an overwhelming, oppressive authority.
For some reason, Ezekiel seemed extremely displeased by her very existence.
This actually caught Lyra off guard.
Tonight was their first time ever being in the same room. She had no idea what she could have possibly done to offend the man.
A short distance away, Ezekiel finally tore his gaze away from Lyra and shot a look at Miles.
"You like her."
It wasn't a question; it was a stone-cold statement of fact.
Miles tightened his jaw and said nothing.


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