Inside the ballroom, murmurs rose.
"Is that Jean Adams with Logan Kingsley?"
"I thought she was out of the picture…"
"What is she doing here with him?"
"Heard they are married now…!"
Jean ignored every whisper. Her chin lifted, eyes sharp.
Emma and Hannah followed close behind, both dressed to kill, completing the entourage. But it was Logan and Jean who stole the spotlight.
The announcer approached with a polite bow. "Mr. Kingsley, your table is ready. Your assistant Mr Henry is already here."
Logan gave a tight nod. "Lead the way."
They were escorted to a table at the front… right across from the Adams Corporation's delegation.
And seated in the middle of them all… was Alex Adams.
Jean's jaw clenched ever so slightly, but Logan placed his hand on the small of her back as they walked past Alex's table. His touch was subtle, possessive. Alex's smirk dropped for a second too long.
The tension in the room could be sliced with a diamond-edged knife.
