It was Aubrey.
She wore a green, flowery gown that hugged every inch of her curves, ending just above her knees.
A daring slit traced the back, while a plunging V-neckline teased just enough of her cleavage to make heads turn.
Her hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail, revealing the elegant lines of her neck and bare shoulders that glowed under the soft lights.
'What the hell is she doing here?' Charles thought, his brows pulling together in confusion as his gaze locked onto Aubrey's.
From a distance, Charles couldn't tear his eyes away from Aubrey. She exuded a magnetic, sophisticated aura that pulled attention like gravity.
Beside her stood a striking man, likely in his late fifties, his fingers laced intimately with hers.
He was dressed head-to-toe in a pristine white tailored suit jacket, crisp shirt, and matching trousers which radiated wealth, power, and possession.
