At the Dean’s mansion, the reception was slowly drawing to an end, but the atmosphere had shifted in a way that only a few could truly sense. Megan stood near the grand staircase, her lips curved into a polite smile as she exchanged pleasantries with the remaining guests. Her posture remained elegant, her tone refined, and to anyone watching, she still looked every bit the perfect hostess. But beneath that carefully maintained exterior, her mind was anything but calm.Her thoughts kept drifting back to the moment earlier when those men had taken Charlotte away.She had tried to stop them. She had raised her voice, demanded answers, even attempted to block their path, but they had been too firm, too controlled.And in her mind, there was only one person who could give such orders.Nathan.Her fingers tightened slightly around the glass she was holding as she forced another smile at a departing guest. “Thank you so much for coming. Please, do drive safely,” she said, her voice stead
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