Party

- I am.

- Good night, Zeujor.

It was a soft voice but so decisive, that when Ariadne raised her head to see the owner, she was not surprised to discover a middle-aged woman of such graceful bearing and striking beauty.

- Good evening Grace.

The billionaire's voice was calm and composed, as was his expression. It was the last thing the young woman noticed of the drama couple, for all her attention was now focused on one person, the one who had accompanied Grace to this party, her formidable cousin of imperial grandeur, Azhewo Venezia, and whose body was tense like a wild beast on the prowl, ready for a deadly fight. Zeujor, despite his impassivity and his mastery of the martial arts, would have had no chance.

- Good evening Ariadne, he said in his turn, the neutral voice. But the young was not fooled.