No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 100

**Chapter 100: Mysterious Guest**

The atmosphere in the grand ballroom was suddenly electrified, as if a spell had been cast over the gathering. Conversations that had filled the air with laughter and chatter ceased in an instant, leaving an eerie silence that hung heavily over the crowd.

A luxurious, long black Rolls-Royce glided to a halt at the far end of the resplendent red carpet, its polished surface gleaming under the chandelier’s light. The anticipation in the room was palpable as everyone craned their necks, eyes wide with curiosity, eager to catch a glimpse of the illustrious guest who warranted such a dramatic arrival.

Bennett Rayne, the esteemed organizer of the gala, emerged from the vehicle with a briskness that belied his years. He was a man well into his fifties, yet his demeanor radiated a youthful energy, his smile a blend of warmth and respect as he prepared to greet the enigmatic guest.

The car door swung open, and a cadre of bodyguards in sharp black suits stepped out, their imposing figures effectively shielding the entrance from prying eyes. They unfurled large black umbrellas, creating an impenetrable barrier that concealed the guest from view. Only a glimpse of a long, powerful leg could be seen as it descended from the vehicle, a fleeting hint of the authority that was about to grace the event.

Leading the way, Bennett guided the mystery guest through a private VIP passageway, one that was never accessible to the general public. With each step they took, the air seemed to thicken, and the onlookers felt an unspoken weight of presence that silenced the room. The guest vanished onto the second floor, leaving behind a swirl of speculation and intrigue.

As the crowd buzzed with excitement and wonder, Ethan found a moment of respite amidst the chaos. A storm brewed within him, his expression taut with anger as he scanned the room, searching for Amelia. His heart raced, not just from the tension in the air but from the turmoil that churned inside him.

Before he could take a step forward, Hannah appeared at his side, her demeanor blissfully ignorant of the dark cloud that loomed over him. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Ethan, who was that guy?” she asked, her voice laced with intrigue. “His entrance was huge. He looks like some powerful boss.”

“I don’t know,” Ethan replied tersely, his tone as cold as ice.

He halted, his gaze drifting to Hannah’s gown, which strikingly mirrored his own attire. The sight ignited a flicker of irritation within him. “Change it out now. It’ll look bad if people see this,” he commanded in a low, clipped voice.

Hannah’s face drained of color, caught off guard by his sudden outburst. Before she could muster a defense, Edison intervened, his smooth demeanor attempting to diffuse the tension. “Mr. Rowe, are you overreacting? Ms. Harlow didn’t wear her matching gown either. Why direct your frustration at Hannah?” he said lightly, his tone attempting to be conciliatory.

“Look around,” Ethan shot back, his frustration palpable. “Half the guests are dressed in black. Does that mean they all share some secret connection?”

Hannah, emboldened by Edison’s support, felt a surge of confidence return. She adopted a softer, almost wounded tone, “Exactly, don’t be so sensitive.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she added, “And besides, Ms. Harlow was out all night a few days ago. The next morning, a man in a fancy car dropped her off at the gate. I didn’t question her or jump to conclusions, did I?”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify