The CEO’s Final Play.
Language: en
When I arrived at the penthouse club, Dominic Vance was sitting in the head seat. He looked composed, but his eyes were bloodshot. A circle of trust-fund heirs didn't dare to breathe. When they saw me, they looked like they’d seen a savior, straightening up instantly: "Hey, Chloe." The girl sitting next to him paled. Her eyes welled up as she whispered to him, "Dominic, I’m back. Are you still going home with her?" I walked over and picked up the bottle of Cabernet from the table. "Dominic. Home or a hospital wing. Pick one."