A DANCE WITH CHOAS

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Sissi_. Thanks for the golden ticket.

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"Hello, sweetheart."

Harlow froze, her body stiffening like a deer caught in headlights. Of all the people she expected to see at the Hamilton Gala, Andrew was the last. Harlow quickly took her hands off his, remembering Alanis's rules. She was never allowed to go close to this man, else she would face his punishment.

One mistake in the office had already put her in hot water, she wasn't about to add fuel to the fire.

Alanis, on the other hand, looked like a beast ready to pounce. His sharp gaze, dark with unfiltered wrath, locked onto Andrew with a silent promise of destruction. His jaw tightened, his bloodshot eyes screaming murder. This man was playing with death, and Alanis was more than willing to deliver it.

"What are you doing here?" Harlow's voice was steady as she stared at him.