Chapter 337

Evelyn caught her reflection in the polished glass panel.

The ivory evening gown draped elegantly over one shoulder, its plunging neckline revealing just enough of her porcelain skin to be tantalizing. The open back design showcased the delicate curve of her spine, while the daring thigh-high slit teased glimpses of her toned legs with every step.

She looked every inch the seductive angel - innocent face contrasting with the provocative dress. A satisfied smile played on her lips.

Though she despised Cassandra's promiscuous ways, Evelyn had to admit her childhood friend had impeccable taste in fashion. Years of friendship had clearly rubbed off on her.

Whispers of admiration followed her through the crowd. Several men boldly asked for her number, stroking her ego beautifully.

Yet beneath the composed exterior, her heart raced faster than during her first film audition. Her gaze kept drifting to Dominic, deep in conversation across the room.

She needed to get him alone.

Just as she was strategizing, a small blur collided with her side.

Caught off guard, her stiletto twisted. She tumbled gracelessly, the tiny vial slipping from her fingers.

Evelyn watched in horror as the hallucinogenic drug rolled across the floor, coming to rest against polished military boots.

The man towering above was built like a tank - broad shoulders straining against his fatigues, dark stubble shadowing his jaw. His unbuttoned collar revealed bronzed muscle, but his piercing gaze held dangerous intensity.

Like death personified.

He picked up the vial, examining the Greek label: "ipppaKO yia to Kpwpa." A slow, knowing sniff confirmed his suspicions. His eyes narrowed at Evelyn like a predator sighting prey.

Her breath hitched. Cassandra had assured her the "cold medicine" label would fool anyone. This brute shouldn't be able to read Greek.

Before she could react, pudgy hands grabbed her waist.

"Are you alright, Ms. Prescott?" The balding man's grip lingered too long, his acne-scarred face leering. Clearly hoping to curry favor with Jonathan Prescott's daughter.

"Thank you. You may release me now," she said through gritted teeth, repulsed by his sweaty palms.

Evelyn turned toward her tiny assailant - a strikingly handsome boy of about six, dressed like a storybook prince. Before she could speak, the imp stuck out his tongue and bolted.

Little Oliver Kensington knew better than to stick around. Daddy's belt awaited misbehaving boys.

Suppressing her fury, Evelyn approached the bearded soldier. "Excuse me, sir. You seem to have found my cold medicine..."

Wesley Thornton's gaze raked over her like she was the last woman on earth. His eyes lingered shamelessly on every curve, making her skin crawl.

When his stare dropped to her backside, she spun away. "How dare you!"

Snatching the vial, she fled to Dominic's side. Watching his handsome profile soothed her nerves. She'd already devised the perfect seduction plan.

Yet Wesley's predatory gaze haunted her. Something told her this shark wouldn't be so easily shaken off.