Ensure they are escorted to the private dining room on the Skyline Level immediately. I would not want them to miss a single minute of the dinner they worked so desperately to stage.”
“Right away, ma’am.”
Marcus signaled to his three men with a flick of his wrist. The guards stepped forward with practiced, military efficiency, instantly forming a tight, inescapable phalanx around Eleanor, Harper, and a highly confused Connor.
“Blair, wait!” Eleanor pleaded, her voice cracking into a pathetic whine as the guards gently but unyieldingly steered her toward