Chapter 312
Dr. Wang
I hate these charities. These galas. Everyone comes to show off—their wealth, their connections, their designer clothes that cost more than most people's annual salary. It's a pageant of egos dressed up as altruism.
But at the end of the day, at least money is raised for communities. At least some good comes from all this preening.
I place my hand on Elliot's waist as we walk into the hall. He's dressed in something elegant tonight—soft blues that bring out his eyes, tailored to make him look like exactly what he is: a prize.
Everyone who is somebody in this city is in this room. Politicians. CEOs. Socialites. The powerful and those who worship them.
I notice several gazes on Elliot.
Men. Women. Alphas of all designations. Their eyes follow him like he's the only light in the room.
He has that effect on people. An unnatural ability to draw you into his orbit. I'm no exception.
