When Aiden spotted them together, the color drained from his face.
Sophia—standing beside Lucas Hilton?
And Ethan—where the hell was Ethan?
"Mr. Hilton," Eugene Wright called out as he leaned on his cane, trying to look both warm and authoritative. "What took you so long? Where have you been all this time?"
He'd already worked the room like a seasoned politician, charming half the investors and sealing tentative deals before dessert had even been served. The fashion show had given everyone plenty to talk about—and Eugene was making sure the Wright Family stayed right in the middle of it.
Lucas's expression didn't change. "I had a small matter to take care of," he said coolly. "But it's getting late, Old Mr. Wright. I'm surprised you still have the energy to mingle at this hour."
