Chapter 475 Going Through with The Plan

The music swirled through the grand hall, and the gentle hum of conversation filled the space. The glow of the chandeliers reflected off the champagne flutes and the gilded décor. Claire stood near a cluster of elegantly dressed guests, her smile practiced, her laughter melodic, but her mind remained alert. Her instincts rarely betrayed her, and tonight, they whispered warnings she couldn’t ignore. As she laughed politely at one guest’s quip, her eyes caught a figure moving purposefully toward her. The man’s demeanor was confident — too confident — and a strange energy clung to him. Her brow furrowed slightly as she studied his approach. The way he moved, the intensity of his gaze locked onto her, sent a chill down her spine. The man stopped just a few feet away and tilted his head, a cocky smirk curling his lips. He held a champagne glass loosely in his hand, his knuckles white despite his façade of ease. “So, you really are Claire Peterson,” he drawled, his tone dripping wit