Estella Duan adjusted the thin strap of her black dress as she stepped into the ballroom. Too bright. Too loud. Too calculated. Crystal chandeliers scattered gold across the room, reflecting off polished glasses and expensive watches. Conversations flowed in low, controlled tones—nothing here was ever said without purpose. She didn’t belong. But she wasn’t here to belong. She was here because she had been told to come. “Attend the Vraux investor gathering tonight,” Terry had said that afternoon, voice precise, leaving no room for questions. “You’ll meet one of Valcor’s potential partners. Keep it professional.” A simple instruction. Except nothing involving Vraux was ever simple. Estella moved deeper into the room, her steps measured, her gaze observant. Faces blurred together at first glance, but she noted what mattered—who stood close to whom, who spoke too quietly, who avoided certain names. Patterns. That was always where the truth hid. A waiter approac
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