The Love that Never Really Dies

The phone disconnected after his proclamation.

Sasha was in a state of shock. Yancy’s son? Solomon is Yancy’s son? Impossible!

Meanwhile, the ball was in full swing at the Empire State Tower. To accentuate the summit, the organizers had spared no expense in making the ball into an extravagant affair, including inviting various prominent stars and socialites to attend as guests.

The sound of mingling murmurs and clinking of champagne flutes filled the ballroom. Inhibition lowered under the effect of alcohol as several of Sebastian’s acquaintances were beginning to eye the socialites suggestively.

One of them nudged him. “Hayes, want to try your luck with any of the girls over there?”

The latter gave a perfunctory smile in response. “I’ll pass,” he said with an air of indifference.

Sensing his disinterest, the others left him alone and went to chat up the socialites.

There were two women in the ball who stood out among the rest. However, even the most brazen tycoons present were loath to hit on them.

other was the heiress of the Benson family that

two women, but none of them had

gaze upon the crowd before settling on

completely detached from the ball. However, the bored look on his face did nothing to hide his gorgeous features. With dark eyes and angular cheekbones carving downward to a flinty jaw, he was

the heiress asked, her gaze glued on the

question and stepped forth. “Ms. Benson, he’s Mr. Sebastian

by way of acknowledgement. Without further ado, she headed straight to where

I’m Millie Benson.” She smiled sweetly, extending a perfectly manicured

They knew that having the Benson heiress’ affection could only mean good things for one’s

long moment later that he looked up,

face fell. “Excuse me?” Her voice was sharp with disbelief. “Don’t

don’t care,” he said tersely. His patience with

over and tried to salvage the situation. “Mr. Hayes, Millie is the heiress to the famous Benson

“And?”