Chapter 137 – A Private Party
The private party was in full swing.
Amidst the buzz of clinking glasses and murmured conversations, two guests stood out—not for their elegance, but for their complete disregard of it.
A young man and a young woman hovered around the buffet like they hadn't eaten in days.
The man, in particular, was a spectacle. He didn't even bother to sit down—just held the plate in one hand and shoveled food into his mouth with the other, shamelessly devouring everything within reach.
It was John.
And beside him, though trying to maintain a shred of decorum, was Queenie.
Their presence—and their attire—were wildly out of sync with the formality of the event. Everyone else was dressed in suits and cocktail gowns. These two looked like they'd wandered in from a lazy afternoon stroll.
Earlier, Queenie had tried to convince John not to come at all.
"This party is nothing but a power play," she'd warned him. "Carlos wants to humiliate you."
But John had insisted. In fact, he had gone so far as to hide the invitation from Queenie to stop her from tearing it up in protest.
And now here they were.