Chapter Eight

He chuckled, smirking with an over-confidence that made me want to punch his stupid face, “Kwon Jisoo,” He raised his champagne glass, “Don’t you look ravishing.” His eyes travelled the length of my body, boldly.

“Get your disgusting ass out of my gala!” I hissed. I tried to keep my voice down, not wanting to draw attention to this Venturi.

“Why, is that way to treat your guests?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Last time I checked the list, your name wasn’t on it!” I snapped.

“Nope, but I have my ways.” He winked, bringing the glass to his lip and taking a sip of his drink.

“What do you mean, Venturi?!”

“He’s my plus one.” The soft voice of a female spoke, before she came into sights, wrapping her arms around Antonio.

“Delancey Williams..” I spoke her name, keeping my voice monotone. She was her father&rs