And not one of them had done a damn thing while a woman bled on the floor in front of them.
How fascinating.
Yet now every single face was filled with curiosity, fear, discomfort, or poorly concealed excitement.
A pack of pampered scavengers.
Some looked frightened that she might actually die and implicate them.
Others were clearly disappointed that the drama had been interrupted too early.
And a few…
A few were already calculating how tonight's drama would circulate through Manhattan's social circles by morning.
Ximena almost laughed again.
So this was high society in the modern age?
A gathering of overgrown parasites pretending they were superior beings simply because they spent their entire lives protected by family money, private security, and powerful last names.
Most of them had probably never fought for anything more difficult than inheritance rights and social status.
