CHAPTER ELEVEN – A HALL OF PERVERTS

Randall's gaze settled on Scarlett amidst the throng of people. A slow, chilling smile spread across his face. He navigated the crowd with practiced ease. As he drew closer, Scarlett felt a wave of nausea roll through her. His confident swagger, the way people practically bowed in his presence - it was suffocating. He stopped right in front of her, his smile transforming from predatory to disarmingly charming. "There you are," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "Looking radiant, as always." He extended his hand, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. Hesitantly, she placed her hand in his. He grasped it firmly, his grip surprisingly gentle, and pulled her slightly closer. "Remember," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, "smile and play the part. Tonight, you're my guest." Taking a deep breath, Scarlett plastered a fake smile on her face. It felt foreign, stretched tight across her cheeks. Randall took it as her cue, flashing his million-dollar grin once again. The ne