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Standing on the small stage, Amber tried to steady her shaking hands. The bright lights made it hard to see the crowd in front of her, but she could hear the excited chatter of the guests as they waited for the entertainment to begin. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves and steady her racing heart. This was not the time to show her fear. She needed to stay strong, for her family's sake. With a final deep breath, she began to sing.

Her voice was steady and strong, and she could feel her nerves slowly fading away as she sang. The words came easy to her, and she closed her eyes, immersing herself in the music. The only thing that mattered was the sound of her own voice, the words that spilled from her lips. All her fears and worries faded away, replaced by a sense of peace, a sense of being in the right place at the right time.

As Amber began to sing, the crowd fell silent, entranced by the beauty of her voice. The room was filled with a hush, the only sound the gentle strains of her singing. They watched her with rapt attention, mesmerized by the emotion in her voice, by the raw power of her performance. It was a moment of pure magic, a moment that would be seared into their memories forever.

The song continued, each note more powerful than the last. It was as if she was pouring her soul into every lyric, every word carrying a weight and significance that went beyond mere music. The words seemed to resonate deep within the hearts of the listeners, stirring something primal and powerful within them. The music was more than just a performance, it was a transformative experience.

At the back of the room, Alexander sat watching Amber from a distance. He was still, his face betraying no emotion, but behind the cool mask of indifference, there was a keen awareness, a burning curiosity. He leaned back in his seat, his eyes never leaving her face, watching her with a hungry gaze that belied the cool facade.

He was impressed by her performance, her voice strong and clear. But he was not easily swayed by beauty, even when it came in the form of a striking brunette. He had seen many beautiful women in his lifetime, but he had never been swayed by their allure. But there was something about Amber that piqued his interest, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He continued to watch her, intrigued by this woman who had so easily captivated his attention.

Amber saw the man's eyes on her and continued to sing, her body moving with the music. As their eyes met, she couldn't help but smile at him, a small, secret little smile that flickered across her lips. It was a subtle gesture, but one that was not lost on him. He felt something stir within him, a stirring of interest, a flicker of heat that flickered through his veins.

Their eyes held each other's gaze for a brief moment, a silent communication passing between them. She felt her heart quicken at the sight of him, her body responding to his gaze in a way she never imagined possible. But she pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the music, on the words that spilled from her lips. This was not the time for distractions, she told herself. She had a performance to give, and there was no room for any other distractions.

But even as she continued to sing, her mind kept wandering back to his gaze, the way he had looked at her with such intensity. Who was this man, she wondered, this man who seemed to have such a powerful hold over her? She felt a shiver of something almost like fear run down her spine, but it was quickly replaced by excitement, by a sense of anticipation. She couldn't help but feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

She continued to sing, her voice strong and steady despite the turmoil of emotions raging within her. She tried to put the man from her mind, to focus on the music, but it was no use. The image of his face was burned into her mind, and the memory of his gaze seemed to follow her, even as she went through the motions of the performance. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was treading on dangerous ground, that this man would mean trouble. But for some reason, that thought only served to heighten her excitement.

The song ended, and she curtsied to the applause of the crowd. But she couldn't help but dart a quick glance in the man's direction, wondering if he was still watching her. And sure enough, his eyes were on hers, and this time, their gazes held for longer, a silent communication passing between them. She felt her heart skip a beat, and she quickly looked away, her cheeks flaming with heat.

Alexander watched as Amber walked off the stage, her figure disappearing into the hallway. His eyes lingered on the spot where she had been, as if he were still trying to hold onto the sight of her. His mind was filled with the memory of her voice, the way she had looked at him with those eyes. He was intrigued, his curiosity piqued by this strange, captivating woman. He wanted to know more about her, to see her again, to hear her sing once more.

Alexander gestured for Mr David to join him, his eyes still fixed on the spot where Amber had vanished. When Mr David approached, Alexander spoke in a low tone, his voice filled with steely authority. "I want to see her," he said. "Bring her to me in the private room.

"Now." Mr David bowed his head in acknowledgment, silently wondering about the strange fixation his master had with this woman. But his loyalty to Alexander compelled him to obey.

He turned and left, his steps purposeful as he made his way down the hallway. He knew exactly where Amber was, and he also knew that she wouldn't be able to resist his command. As he walked, he wondered what it was about this woman that had caught Alexander's attention. He had never seen his master so enamored with someone before, and he was curious to see how this would play out.

When he reached the room where Amber was, he found her sitting alone, her back to him, lost in thought. He cleared his throat, causing her to jump in surprise. As she turned to face him, he saw a flicker of fear in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a look of resignation. She knew that she couldn't escape from the summons of the head of the De-Martin family. With a sigh, she stood up and followed him out of the room.

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