Chapter 7 - THE GALA TRAPThree days later.
The annual Manhattan Tech & Philanthropy Gala was held at the grand Metropol Museum of Art.
Over five hundred of the wealthiest elites, politicians, and corporate executives filled the marble hall beneath towering ancient statues.
Howard Vance stood near the center stage, holding a glass of champagne, speaking smugly to a group of investors. "My cousin Lorenzo is recovering from a minor medical glitch," Howard announced loudly. "As of tomorrow’s emergency board meeting, I will assume temporary control of Moretti Enterprises."
Suddenly, the heavy oak main doors swung open with a resounding bang.
Every head in the ballroom turned.
Walking down the grand marble steps was Lorenzo Moretti. He looked completely recovered, wearing a bespoke midnight-black tuxedo, his left wrist firmly wrapped in a simple black silk support band.
And on his arm, walking with breathtaking grace and quiet confidence, was Emily Carter.
She wore a stunning, backless emerald-silk gown that accentuated her elegant posture, a sparkling diamond necklace resting against her collarbone. She looked every bit like high-society royalty.
Gasps and whispers erupted across the ballroom!
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Howard Vance’s face turned the color of curdled milk. He dropped his champagne glass, shattering it against the marble floor.
"How... how is he alive?!" Howard hissed under his breath. "Richard said the toxin was fatal!"
