Chapter 401 A Trap of False Tenderness

The ambient lighting of the 'Le Ciel' restaurant cast a warm, golden glow on the patrons, the soft melody of a live pianist weaving through the clinking of silverware and hushed conversations. It was the picture of serene elegance, a world away from the shadows Harvey Chase so often inhabited. At a corner table with a panoramic view of the city skyline, Briarose was radiant. Her laughter was light and genuine, her eyes sparkling with an adoration she didn't try to hide. The object of her affection...