Jude's eyes narrowed as he leaned back in his seat, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. The dim glow of the chandelier cast a warm light over the secret auction hall, where only the wealthiest gathered to compete for items that would never see the public market.
And yet—there she was.
Emma.
His brows furrowed, his curiosity sharpening like a blade. How did she get in here? This was a place meant for the elite, the untouchable, the kind of wealth that didn't just happen overnight. There was no way Emma's husband had the kind of money required to step foot in this room.
Jude smirked to himself, shaking his head. He still remembered that day, the way Zane had boldly claimed he owned just one apartment in Cloudridge. One apartment. That was pocket change compared to the kind of men sitting in this room.
Then what the hell is Emma doing here?
