The emcee, clearly flustered, tried to regain control. "Sir, have you perhaps mistaken Ms. Briena for Ms. Natalie?"
The mysterious man's voice cut through the room, firm and unyielding. "I know exactly who I bid on. Ms. Natalie is the one my boss wishes to dance with tonight."
Another wave of murmurs rippled through the hall.
This rich and handsome looking man who they thought was some bigshot, claimed to have his own boss. Who must be the person?
Natalie's confusion deepened. Justin... could it be him? He's the only rich man I know, who would go to such lengths to protect me or to be precise to help me.
The emcee, still reeling from the shock, hesitated before asking, "May I ask, who is your boss, sir? Which esteemed figure will be gracing us with a dance alongside the beautiful Ms. Natalie?"
