Chapter 96 The Stripper

• Amanda leaned against the bar, the delicate stem of her champagne glass resting between her fingers as she laughed softly at something the man beside her had said. The faint buzz of the rooftop lounge surrounded them, but Vicktor stood frozen near the edge of the room, his eyes locked on her.
• The man she was talking to was handsome in a polished, effortless way. His tailored suit, sharp smile, and easy demeanor grated on Vicktor’s nerves. The way Amanda leaned in slightly, her lips curving into that radiant smile she usually reserved for him—it lit a fuse inside him.
• Vicktor’s jaw tightened, his hand clenching the glass of whiskey he had barely touched. He could see the man leaning closer, whispering something in Amanda’s ear. She laughed again, her fingers brushing against the man’s arm as she reached for her glass. The simple gesture felt like a slap to Vicktor’s chest.