Chapter 53 Edge Of The Storm

• The air thickened once more, the challenge hanging heavily between them. Eve’s expression didn’t falter, though her gaze flicked briefly to Lorenzo, who sat quietly, his glass poised mid-air. His lips curved into the faintest smirk, but his eyes were unreadable—a mask of charm and danger that always kept everyone guessing.
• Yulia leaned back into her chair, her satisfaction evident as she observed the tension ripple through the room. She thrived on these moments, on the chaos she could orchestrate. "Well, darling?" she prompted, her tone both mocking and sweet. "A dare’s a dare."
• Eve didn’t respond immediately. She set her glass down deliberately, the faint clink of it against the table breaking the silence. Her movements were measured, her expression calm, but her eyes betrayed her—a storm simmered beneath the surface.