On a night when the lights first illuminated the streets, the bustling thoroughfare shimmered with neon lights, and the exciting nightlife began to unfold.
In a bar filled with the intoxicating scent of money and pleasure, Cynthia hurriedly walked toward a private room, carrying a large tray of fine liquor. She heard that this room had been booked for the night by the renowned chief prosecutor, Karl.
Of course, she was familiar with the name Karl, intimately familiar, in fact. He was the arrogant and opportunistic Dylan, the one who had personally crushed her love.
She didn't shy away; by now, she no longer cared about his opinion of her. No! In fact, he had never regarded her at all. In his eyes, she had always been the most neglected member of the Lancaster family, the one with the least value.
