It was Mr. Clavel's car.
The crowd began whispering among themselves—
Would he also be bringing a female companion tonight?
They watched with eager eyes as the car door slowly opened and Sebastian stepped out. His imposing presence, cloaked in luxury and icy indifference, immediately made it hard for anyone to approach him.
If Alexander Haskel radiated elegance and warmth, Sebastian Clavel was his opposite—an emperor in a modern suit. He exuded a commanding aura that made hearts tremble and silenced conversations mid-sentence.
He shut the door behind him with controlled grace, his tall frame moving with precise, calculated steps as he walked toward the passenger side.
There was a sense of electricity in the air.
Everyone's attention shifted in suspense. They were all dying to know: Who was the woman inside that car?
Men and women alike held their breath, their eyes fixed on the passenger door as it slowly creaked open.
