Chapter 19

Chloe was seething with rage. She had expected Sylvia to be struggling after leaving Frostline Enterprises, perhaps even desperate. Instead, the woman had appeared at this exclusive gathering radiating confidence and sophistication that drew admiring glances from across the room. It made her blood boil. Her manicured nails dug painfully into her palm as she clutched her champagne flute, the crystal nearly cracking under her grip. "She must have found herself some wealthy benefactor," Chloe muttered acidly, her voice dripping with disdain and poorly concealed jealousy. "That's the only explanation for her presence here." Alpha Zane's lips curled into a contemptuous sneer. "Her? What does she have besides a pretty face? She's nothing but a high-class escort—a plaything passed around by powerful men." His wolf growled possessively despite his harsh words. "Anyone with half a brain can see through her act." "Exactly," Chloe agreed eagerly, pressing herself against his arm. "I wonder what t