Julian turned to his guests, his expression unreadable.

“The party is over. Please see yourselves out,” he announced.

Within minutes, the sprawling mansion emptied, leaving only the staff and the billionaire.

Julian dismissed the servants for the night, leaving him entirely alone with Mara.

Mara stood by the cold fireplace, still processing the shock of her narrow escape.

Julian walked over to a crystal decanter, pouring two glasses of amber liquid.

He handed one to Mara, his fingers brushing against hers.

“I am so sorry you were subjected to that,” he said softly.

Mara took a shaky sip, the warmth settling her racing heart.

“Why did you believe me before you even saw the footage?” she asked quietly.

Julian reached out, his knuckle gently grazing the silver locket resting on her collarbone.