Meeting the true pillars of the charity—check, Gianna thought, taking a slow sip of champagne as her gaze swept across the expanse of the hall.
From her point near the archway, she watched Caesar maneuver through high-society circles like a master puppeteer. He smiled, shook hands, and accepted heavy donation pledges—funds that, if her family did not intervene, would never reach the orphaned children or underprivileged clinics they were meant for. Instead, they would be funneled straight into funding the Club's illegal operations and underground networks.
How could Caesar do this?
According to Eleanor and the other founding sponsors she had just spoken with, Caesar had once been one of her mother's closest friends and confidants. The sheer level of betrayal made Gianna's blood run cold.
