Owen sat alone on a single sofa, his gaze flicking toward the private room's door.
Shawn had just hung up his phone. He turned to the other wealthy heirs in the room, who were laughing and flirting with their dates, and called out, "Alright, tone it down a bit. Rhys will be here in five minutes."
A trust-fund kid nearby couldn't care less, blowing out a smoke ring. "Come on, Shawn. He can barely keep his own head above water right now, so what's with the attitude? I heard the Huntingtons are almost done reshuffling, and he hasn't been to the precinct in forever. He's practically a benched invalid at this point."
"Exactly."
Another guy tightened his arm around his date and chimed in, "He used to have the upper hand, but the Huntingtons are losing their grip. He has no power and no influence. Mr. Price said he almost died. Are we really supposed to sit here and watch him play the devoted husband?"
The group erupted into laughter.
Owen kept his eyes half-closed. He smiled but said nothing, throwing his head back to down his drink in one gulp.
That crazy woman Margot was right. Rhys's weakness was Clara. As long as Clara was around, Rhys was a declawed tiger.
Tonight's gathering was hosted under Shawn's name, the invites were sent by Shawn, and the location was chosen by Shawn.
Owen only needed to sit in the corner and nurse his drink.
He didn't care if Rhys showed up or not.
But it was better if he did.
It would be the perfect chance to see what Rhys had left to offer now that he was stripped of his authority and his health.
The door to the private room pushed open.
The raucous laughter died instantly. Everyone stared at the entrance.
Clara stood there.
Her outfit was understated, her face wearing minimal makeup, yet she remained utterly striking amidst the room's sea of heavily contoured faces.
Even more eye-catching was the way her left hand was looped through Rhys's arm.
Rhys was still reeling from the gesture.
From the moment they stepped out of the car to entering the building, she hadn't touched him. They had kept half an arm's length between them, and he was fully prepared to sit apart once inside, content to just quietly stay by her side as long as she didn't find him annoying.
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