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Meanwhile in Scarlet Lounge, West End.
Natasha had rented out the entire luxury resort for the event. When Andrew and Dylan arrived, they saw that the entrance was lined with high–end cars. Stunning women in designer dresses and sharp–looking men in tailored suits moved in and out of the venue, all exuding power and wealth.
Dylan leaned closer and whispered, “Mr. Lloyd, you might not know this, but Natasha’s not as conventional as she seems.
“She’s been keeping West End in check for years, but behind the scenes, she’s got ties with several high–ranking officials and wealthy benefactors in Jayrodale. A lot of the men here might just be lier… admirers.
Andrew adjusted his crisp suit and replied casually, “It was obvious last night–Natasha knows how to use her charm to her advantage.
Dylan smirked. “No doubt about it. Those legs of hers? God knows how many men she’s brought to their knees with them, willing to do anything for her.”
Andrew smiled faintly. “Smart women always know how to use their assets. That’s not something someone like you, with all your bluntness, would understand.”
Dylan chuckled. “You’re right, Mr. Lloyd. I’m just a regular guy, and I definitely don’t have Natasha’s ability to leave men powerless.”
As they chatted, a bright pink Bentley pulled up to the resort’s entrance, drawing every eye. A valet jogged over to open the car door, revealing a curvy woman who stepped out with exaggerated grace. She was dripping in designer brands, her makeup thick, and she carried herself with the air of a spoiled diva.
Dylan grinned and nudged Andrew. “Mr. Lloyd, that’s the star of tonight’s event. Atlas‘ mistress, the actress Yvonne Fuller.”
Andrew stood a few steps away, quietly observing the woman as she exited the car. Her face held a haughty, affected smile, as though she was judging everyone around her. When the valet reached for the car keys, she sneered. “Make sure to clean the seat after you park it. I don’t want your filthy self leaving any marks.”
The valet stammered, “O–Of course, Ms. Fuller,” before nervously driving off.
Just as Andrew was about to look away, another figure caught his eye–a man in a loud, head- to–toe red outfit, including gaudy red loafers, swaggering toward the entrance.
It was Finley, his flamboyant style making him look like a strutting rooster.
“Well, well, Mrs. Giordano! Fancy seeing you here. Were you also invited by Madam Vostokoff? Perfect timing–we can head in together!” Finley exclaimed, his face lighting up
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when he saw her.
Yvonne extended her perfectly manicured hand, letting Finley take it as she giggled. “Mr. Moore, what a pleasant surprise. With you here, I’m sure tonight won’t be boring. Would you mind being my dance partner later?”
Finley’s eyes glinted with delight. “It would be an honor, Mrs. Giordano. I’ll make sure we tear up the dance floor together!”
Andrew and Dylan watched as the two strutted inside, laughing and flirting.
Dylan snorted. “Honestly, with or without this gala, I’d bet Finley and Yvonne are already involved. There’s no way those two keep it clean behind closed doors.”
Andrew raised an eyebrow. “If Yvonne’s Atlas’s mistress, why didn’t Atlas come with her?”
Dylan hesitated, clearly caught off guard by the question. “Mr. Lloyd, you’re misunderstanding. Yvonne and Atlas… it’s an affair. Atlas likes to keep up appearances and protect his image. Wonne’s just another plaything he’s had his fun with.”
He continued with a smirk. “If you asked Atlas about Yvonne, he’d deny everything and claim he never associates with actresses or models.”
Andrew chuckled. “So, he’s the type who’ll enjoy it in secret but won’t admit it publicly?”
Dylan nodded eagerly. “Exactly. That’s what makes her his mistress. Yvonne’s just a trophy–a pampered little pet that Atlas spoils when he’s in the mood.
