Chapter 70

The grand ballroom was a dazzling display of opulence. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. The air was filled with the soft murmur of elite conversations and the clinking of glasses. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, and the floor was a sea of polished marble, reflecting the glittering lights above. The scent of fresh flowers, expertly arranged in lavish bouquets, mingled with the aroma of gourmet delicacies being laid out by the waitstaff.

Ayleen moved swiftly and efficiently, setting the buffet and arranging the cutlery with precision. She kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with the guests, her mind focused on the task at hand. The other waiters around her worked with the same quiet competence.

As she placed the last of the silverware, Ayleen’s eyes were inevitably drawn to the entrance of the ballroom. Murat Khan had arrived, his commanding presence impossible to ignore. He was dressed in an impeccably tailored