CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY NINE: APOLOGY

The anticipation was palpable as guests arrived at the grand ballroom of Adrian’s office building, dressed in their finest attire and buzzing with excitement for the annual party. As they mingled and exchanged pleasantries, all eyes were on the entrance, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the elusive CEO and his date. Rumors had been circulating for weeks about who Adrian West would be bringing to the prestigious event. Speculation ran rampant, with some suggesting it would be a high-profile business associate, while others speculated it could be a glamorous celebrity. But no one could say for certain, and the mystery only served to heighten the anticipation. As the minutes ticked by, the tension in the room reached a fever pitch. And then, finally, the grand doors of the ballroom swung open, and Adrian West made his entrance, exuding an aura of confidence and authority as he strode into the room. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his dark hair perfectly styled, and his