Given the high-end yacht party, the pretty boy was now convinced Sylvia was someone important.

He let his guard down, setting his phone on the coffee table and scooting closer to her.

"You really are impressive for someone so young," he said, trying to charm her.

"You sure know how to tter a girl," Sylvia replied, raising an eyebrow. "How about a dance?"

He grinned. "Let me pick a song for us."

He got up and walked over to the music system.

Sylvia seized the chance and grabbed his phone. She''d already memorized his unlock code earlier.

First thing, she opened his photo gallery.

Nothing special there-certainly nopromising photos of Naomi. Instead, he had tons of screenshots about high society etiquette, the kind of stuff you''d find in articles about country club manners or dinner party small talk.

But with thousands of photos, there was bound to be something he overlooked.

Sylvia quickly sent several pictures to her own Twitter ount and deleted the conversation history.

While scanning through his Twitter DMs, she stumbled on some unexpected messages.

Worried about time, she called out to him, "I love a slow, romantic song. That''s what''s been trending at partiestely, right? You seem like the type who''d know."

He acted like an expert. "Of course! I''ll look up some ylists right now." "Find a few, will you? I love to dance." She hinted, buying herself more time. "Absolutely!"

He was fully absorbed in his search for the perfect track.

Meanwhile, Sylvia kept digging through his phone. If Naomi''s photos weren''t in the gallery, they had to be hidden somewhere else.

She checked his apps and found a cloud drive, but it needed a password.

Worth a shot-she tried his usual phone code. Bingo, it worked.

Most of the photos inside were downright sleazy, and, just as she suspected, there were several of Naomi. Plus, she found a few unexpected gems to boot.

Sylvia quickly sent them to herself, but the upload was slow.

She needed to keep stalling.

Just as she set the phone down, the guy spun around. Sylvia pretended to check the time on her own phone.

Eighty-nine percent-the transfer was almost done.

She huffed, feigning impatience. "Why''s the champagne taking so long? Can you go check on it?"

Instead, he swaggered over, blocking her with an outstretched arm, putting on his best James Bond impression. "Who needs

champagne? I promise you''ll be

swent off your feet tonight with without it. Come on, let''s dance."  s

He offered his hand with mock formality.

Sylvia nced at the uploading phone and smiled. “Sure."

Just as she reached for his hand, the lounge door swung open.

A tall figure filled the doorway, casting a dark shadow across the room.

He wasn''t even wearing a jacket,

and his tie was nowhere in sightet

The top buttons of his ck dress shirt were undone hinting atdean muscle under the dim lights  s

He held three bottles of the wine ordered in one hand,

Sylvia h

half-burned cigarette in the othehet

icy gaze radiating danger  s

his

Before Sylvia could react, he strode over and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to his side.

"Three bottles enough for you?" he asked, anger simmering beneath his words.

Before Sylvia could reply, the pretty boy protested, grabbing her other arm.

"Hey, man, you can''t just swoop in and steal my date. That''s not cool."

Rupert''s face turned thunderous.

He couldn''t believe this guy didn''t recognize him—and was mistaking him for just another pretty boy.

Sylvia had to bite her lip to keep fromughing.

Near the door, Orson was visibly shaking, trying not to burst out.

Sylvia tried to push Rupert away, but his arm wrapped around her waist, pinningfna515 Fresh chapters posted on FιndNovel/fna515

her firmly against his leg.

He leaned in close, voice low and rough, "Is he better than me?”