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

magnates had set their sights on the two

cruised their gaze upon the crowd before settling on the lone figure

he appeared completely detached from the ball. However, the bored look

asked,

the question and stepped forth. “Ms. Benson, he’s Mr. Sebastian Hayes, one of the top

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

sweetly, extending a perfectly manicured hand

green with envy. They knew that having

It was a long moment later that he looked up, apparently finally realizing her presence. “You may not,” he said

fell. “Excuse me?” Her voice was sharp with disbelief. “Don’t you know who I

he said tersely. His patience

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

“And?”