Chapter 62:
Elena pulled a black dress from her closet, waved a brief goodbye to Jolie, and left for Empire.
Empire was the pinnacle of luxury in Klathe’s entertainment scene. Situated in the heart of the city, the establishment was owned by the influential Spencer family.
By the time Elena arrived, the place was already bustling with patrons. She scanned the room, looking for Lydia, but found no sign of her.
Taking a seat at the bar, she ordered a drink.
No sooner had she settled when a man sauntered over.
“Hey there, gorgeous. Drinking alone? That’s no fun. Mind if I keep you company?”
Elena had put little effort into dressing up, yet the way the sleek black fabric hugged her figure, combined with her effortless elegance, drew attention. Her long, cascading hair and bare face only added to her quiet allure.
The man’s interest deepened the moment he took in her features.
“It’s a bit loud here. How about we move somewhere more private?”
Elena’s response was curt and cold. “Leave.”
The man, undeterred, leaned in, attempting to wrap an arm around her.
Her brows knit together in irritation. “Didn’t you hear me?”
She wasn’t looking for trouble tonight, but if he kept pushing, she wouldn’t hesitate.
“Come on, don’t act like you’re not here for some fun. I’ve got money—stay with me, and you won’t have to worry about a thing.”
The man, failing to grasp Elena’s clear warning, reached forward, his fingers stretching toward her. Her expression hardened instantly, patience wearing thin.
In one fluid motion, Elena executed a flawless shoulder throw, sending him crashing onto the floor with a resounding impact.
A groan escaped his lips as he clutched his stomach, pain evident in his features.
“Shit! Who the hell do you think you are? Do you even know who you’re messing with?” he snarled, struggling to rise.
Elena loomed over him, her gaze cold and dismissive. “Get out of my sight. I don’t care who you claim to be.”
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Fury burned in the man’s eyes as he glared at her. “If you don’t kneel and beg for forgiveness, you’re not leaving this place in one piece!”
Unmoved, Elena stared him down, unaffected by his threat.
Misreading her silence as hesitation, his gaze roved over her, dark intent flickering in his eyes. “Be smart about this. Spend the night with me, and I’ll be generous. Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to make you regret this.”
Unbeknownst to him, a silent observer stood on the second floor. Wesley had just wrapped up a meeting, idly swirling a glass of wine as he casually surveyed the scene below.
As one of Klathe’s four most powerful families, the Spencers led the city’s elite, followed closely by the Harpers, the Johnsons, and the Garretts.
Beside him stood Malcolm Johnson, heir to the influential Johnson family.
Noticing Wesley’s gaze fixed on the commotion downstairs, Malcolm smirked.
“Didn’t expect someone to stir up trouble in your domain.”
