Chapter 88

"I'm not going. Look at how big my belly is." Brighton Group was massive, and the annual gala was bound to be packed with people. The last thing Charlotte needed was to be shoved around in the crowd, putting herself or the baby at risk. "Then, I'll keep an eye on your husband for you. No way am I letting some vixen seduce him." As the gala approached, Bianca finally overheard some office gossip from senior employees. Apparently, the company had a long-standing tradition. One lucky employee would be selected to have an exclusive dance with the CEO every year. And it didn't matter if the chosen employee was a man; the CEO never hesitated. He'd still wrap an arm around them and finish the dance with the same elegance and composure. So when it came time for the lucky draw, the anticipation was through the roof. It was even more nerve-wracking than winning the grand prize. Of course, Brighton Group's prizes were nothing to scoff at. The jackpot was a three-million-dollar housing subs