From her position on the neighboring yacht, Chloe adjusts the focus on her binoculars one more time. The crystal-clear view of the superyacht's dining room makes her pulse quicken.
"Gabriel, look at this," she whispers urgently. "That older man... he's absolutely commanding."
Gabriel takes the binoculars and focuses on Alistair's retreating figure. "Vance. I've heard of him. Billionaire from Houston."
"He owns that yacht?" Chloe's voice drops to a breathy whisper. "My God, the power he must have."
Her earlier disdain evaporates completely. The man she'd dismissed as pretentious now represents everything she craves. Wealth. Status. Control.
"Forget about Noah," she murmurs. "Men like that... they know how to take care of a woman properly."
Gabriel lowers the binoculars. "You're already planning your next move."
