Chapter 228

Madison

Our table was filled with other guests, including a retired judge and his wife, a neurosurgeon from Mount Sinai Hospital, and a young tech entrepreneur who kept stealing glances at Alexander throughout the appetizer course.

Outside, lightning flashed, followed by the low rumble of thunder. The rain had started in earnest, pelting against the ballroom’s massive windows.

“Quite the storm,” the judge’s wife commented, looking concerned. “I hope it doesn’t affect the power.”

The first course was served, a delicate salad with roasted beets and goat cheese, as Richard Wilson took the stage to welcome everyone.

“Distinguished guests, friends, and generous supporters of the Wilson Foundation,” he began, his voice booming through the microphone. “Thank you for braving this inclement weather to join us tonight.”

As if on cue, another flash of lightning illuminated the room, followed by a crash of thunder that made several guests jump.

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