Chapter 95 The Secret

Adrian stood tall and confident, his tailored suit exuding an air of elegance and sophistication. Sara couldn't help but admire his appearance, the way the fabric hugged his frame and accentuated his broad shoulders. She felt a sense of pride being by his side, feeling safe and protected in his presence.

As they mingled with the elite crowd at the extravagant event, Sara held onto Adrian's advice, reminding herself to be polite and composed. She was aware that her presence in such a prestigious gathering was an exception, an outsider stepping into a world of power and privilege. The opulent ballroom was filled with influential figures, their conversations buzzing with whispers of business deals and political intrigues.

Suddenly, an elderly gentleman approached them, his silver hair glistening under the chandeliers. He wore a distinguished suit, the fabric aged but impeccably maintained. Sara recognized him from the way Adrian's face lit up—a family friend of the Westons, someone with