Chapter 219
“He’s afraid of the crossfire, Ms. Sterling,” Felix said. “Victoria has to be convincing, and Liam is unpredictable. It’s volatile mix. Alistair is trying to extract Victoria from Liam’grip without blowing the operation.”
“That sounds like his problem, Felix,” Skye said, applying mascara. “Tell Mr. Thorne I’ll him there. And tell him not to stand too close to the both hang up.
She looked at herself in the mirror. The gold dress shimmered.
She looked expensive, untouchable, and dangerous.
“You look like an award,” Harper mid admiringly.
“No,” Skyw said, picking up her clutch, which contained a small taser and a voice recorder. “I look like the hunter.”
The Kensington Pictures Gala was held at the Grand Opera House. It was desperate display of opulence, Liam trying to prove he wasn’t brake
Skyw arrived in a Sterling Corp limousine. When she stepped onto the red carpet, the flashbulb went crazy.
“Ms.Sterling! Over here!”
“it true you took over your father’s company?”
“What about the kidnapping?”
Skyw smiled-a practiced, cold smile. She didn’t answer. She glided up the stairs, the gold dress flowing like water. Inside, the ballroom was packed. Liam was not holding court in the center of the room-his legal standing was too precarious for that. Instead, he was ensconced in a private VIP box overlooking the dance floor, surrounded by a phalanx of lawyers and private security. He looked pale, his arm in a sling, his face heavily made up to hide the bruising, but the desperation in his sys was impossible to conceal. He was technically free on hand, but the police were stationed at every exit, waiting for him to slip
up.
Standing next to him was Victoria Hayes.
She was wearing white-always white, the color of innocence. She looked ethereal, fragile, and beatiful.
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Alistair was there too. He stood a few feet away from Victoria, looking like a bodyguard in a tuxedo. His eyes scanned the room constantly. When they landed on Skyw, he from.
He started walking toward her.
Skyw ignored him. She walked straight to the bar.
“Champagne,” she ordered.
“Skye.”
Victoria Hayes was standing next to her.
Up close, Skyw could the cracks in the porcelain. Victoria’s eyes were dilated, frantic. It was a perfect performance of a woman on the edge.
“You came,” Victoria whispered. “Why can’t you leave alone?”
“I was invited,” Skye said, taking her glass. “By your new business partner.”
“Liam understands me,” Victoria said. “He knows what it’s like to love someone who belongs to you, but is being stolen by a…a this.”
Skye turned to face her. “Alistair is not a posion, Victoria. And Liam doesn’t understand love. He understands ownership.”