Chapter 105

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Alexia went ahead and asked Tia for the device.
Tia handed it over without hesitation, thinking that in a crowd that size during the live show, sneaking out a phone was not exactly impossible. Besides, nobody had signed any nondisclosure agreements before the swap. If questioned, Tia could just say she was unaware of any problem.
“Oh, and Giffard, do you happen to know a good IT expert? I could use a recommendation,” Alexia asked her brother after explaining everything.
“I actually do. I’ll reach out and see who’s available,” Giffard answered.
Alexia gave a grateful nod.
Lately, a sense of guilt seemed to follow her everywhere.
Though it happened by accident, Millie’s miscarriage was the result of her altercation with Vivian.
Never once did Millie hold Vivian responsible. She never expressed a desire to keep the child and even went out of her way to reassure Alexia, insisting it was fate and not her doing.
Still, Alexia saw through it, knowing Millie was just trying to ease her burden.
It reminded her of how, years ago, Millie had suggested they get matching tattoos to celebrate their survival after the motorbike accident that left her with ugly scars.
Night settled across the city.
Outside a grand villa perched on Crobert’s hillside, streams of high-end cars glided up the road. People arrived in waves. Clusters of reporters and photographers staked out positions at the foot of the hill, their cameras ready.
Very few journalists were officially allowed in, but tonight’s affair had drawn Crobert’s most influential people, turning the event into a prime target for the paparazzi.
Any juicy scoop from the evening could be worth a small fortune.
So, from the winding road up to the sprawling villa parking lot, the area teemed with onlookers and flashing cameras.
Luxury vehicles rolled in one after another, and for a moment, the night sky lit up with bursts of camera lights.
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In one of the Ferraris, Millie and Charles made their way up the hill.
This evening’s charity gala, held to raise funds for children in need, called for more understated style.
Millie had chosen a simple yet graceful silver satin dress that hugged her figure with quiet elegance.
A mask still hid her face—not the same as the one she wore during the last live show, but a silver-and-white half-mask that matched her dress and left her lips free for tasting wine.
Sitting quietly in the passenger seat, Millie glanced at Charles while the car climbed higher, the moonlight shimmering over her and giving her an almost otherworldly appearance.
Since the Evans Group was hosting the event, when Charles’ Ferrari pulled up in front of the villa, all eyes went straight to him and the mysterious, masked woman at his side.
“Serena?”
“Isn’t that Serena? The woman behind the mask!”
“Mr. Evans, what’s going on between you and Serena?”
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