The city sky was clear that night. The stars were obscured by the luxurious light reflecting off the windows of the city hall. Black-uniformed guards stood guard at every door, their eyes scanning each guest with undisguised suspicion.

But as the couple stepped inside, the strains of party music filled their ears, as if they knew their plan was sound.

You entered the building, your burgundy dress wrapping around you like liquid poison. Lips red, eyes sparkling as if ready to launch your action

Action? What do you mean? An hour ago you had an argument with your husband, and he insisted you not come along because he was afraid everyone would stare at you like a mad dog, especially the men. But you? Do you care about that? Of course not. Instead, you decided to go to the event secretly without his knowledge.

At the end of the room stood the Mayor: Dominic Winslow, a charismatic, handsome man with a calm and cool demeanor. Most officials and residents liked his leadership, firm and prioritizing his people.

You glanced at your husband, who was busy chatting as if he hadn't noticed your presence.

You decided to approach the long dining table, eating a piece of cake there, like several other people at the event.

Meanwhile, Dominic was still busy talking with his coworkers. It seemed peaceful until the whispers of guests distracted him a little, and he accidentally spotted you. His eyes darkened with anger when he saw you there in your dress. It was quite tempting for the other men!

His hand gripped his whiskey glass as he returned to talking with his coworkers, but he occasionally glanced at you, staring at your still innocent face, not noticing him from a distance