At the most expensive charity gala in Minneapolis, Clare Donnelly realized someone had moved her place card on purpose.

To solidify their public standing and silence the lingering rumors spread by Victoria and Wesley, Leandro announced he was hosting the annual Minneapolis Winter Ball at his own private lakefront country club.

It was the most anticipated event of the season.

On the night of the ball, Clare walked down the grand staircase of the country club wearing a custom emerald-green satin gown designed specifically for her curves. The dress hugged her waist, exposing her soft shoulders, making her look like a majestic queen.

When Leandro saw her at the bottom of the stairs, his breath caught. He wore a crisp velvet tuxedo, looking exceptionally handsome.

"You take my breath away," he whispered, kissing her hand passionately.

The gala was a roaring success. The city’s top politicians, business leaders, and elite figures lined up to greet Clare, realizing that she was now the most influential woman in the state. Even former critics spoke to her with utmost praise and deference.

However, near midnight, as the party began to wind down, Marko leaned into Leandro’s ear, whispering urgently.

Leandro’s expression darkened. He turned to Clare. "Stay here with the security detail, my love. I have a minor security issue to handle outside in the courtyard."

"Leandro, wait—" Clare said, feeling a sudden surge of worry.

Before she could stop him, Leandro walked out toward the side gardens.

Fifteen minutes passed. Clare couldn't shake the terrible feeling in her gut. Ignoring the guards' advice, she walked toward the floor-to-ceiling glass doors leading out to the snow-covered terrace.

As she stepped outside, she heard raised voices near the hedge maze.

She rushed closer and gasped in horror.

Wesley Harkort, looking disheveled, drunk, and unhinged, was pointing a heavy black revolver directly at Leandro’s chest. Standing beside Wesley was a terrified Victoria Moretti, who had clearly supplied him with security access.

"You destroyed my life, Vitali!" Wesley screamed hysterically, his hand shaking on the trigger. "You took my company! You made me a joke in front of the entire city! All for that fat, worthless maid!"

Leandro stood completely calm, his hands in his pockets, stepping slowly toward the gun.

"Put the gun down, Wesley," Leandro said coldly. "You don't have the stomach for this."