The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 9

Having spent years navigating the whispers of high society, Elara knew exactly which private clubs catered to the darker, more illicit desires of the city's elite.

Standing on the mezzanine of The Sapphire Lounge, Zane Whitaker arched an eyebrow as he watched a stunningly familiar woman step into the opulent, dimly lit lobby.

Elara Vance. Alone. Had she finally reached her breaking point with Julian?

Zane gestured for Sebastian, who managed the Whitaker family's hospitality and entertainment empire, to come over.

"What is it, Zane?" Sebastian asked, walking up to him.

Zane kept his eyes locked on the beautiful woman downstairs. He lowered his voice. "Go down there and handle her personally. Make sure they assign her someone who knows how to be gentle and coaxing. She's a married woman."

Sebastian, fully aware of who the stunning Mrs. Sterling was, found his older cousin's protective streak highly amusing. "Zane, half the women dropping cash in this place are married."

Zane ignored the joke, his voice dropping to a lethal, icy register. "If the guy touches her with his hands, chop them off. If he touches her with his legs, break them."

Sebastian stared at him in utter disbelief. "..."

"Right. She's someone else's wife, man. Not yours. You don't even have a wife."

"Just do it."

"Fine, fine."

Before Sebastian could hit the stairs, Zane called out one final order. "I want real-time updates."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. Some billionaire's neglected wife comes in for a good time, and Zane wants a play-by-play?

The facts quickly confirmed that the elegant Mrs. Sterling was indeed here to buy a reckless night.

Sebastian returned with the report. "She booked one of our penthouse suites and picked out a male escort from the roster."

Zane's jaw tightened dangerously. Before he could speak, Sebastian threw up his hands in defense.

"Look, if you storm in there and pull the plug tonight, she's just going to drive to a rival club tomorrow. It's exactly like they say—if a woman is dead set on buying herself a night of revenge, you can't stop her forever."

Zane fell silent, his brilliant mind working the problem.

When did a fiercely loyal woman suddenly decide to hire an escort?

There was only one logical trigger: her husband had cheated on her.

She no longer cared about saving the marriage.

This drastic, scorched-earth tactic perfectly aligned with the fiery girl she used to be.

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