Chapter 809

I nodded, my voice hoarse as I spoke again, "Alright. Then we play along for now." With that, I turned and walked out of the hotel room. I searched everywhere for Joanna. I thought she had already gone home, but to my surprise, I found her standing on the second-floor balcony above the ballroom. She was talking with Dwight, and they looked like they were having a good time. The moment our eyes met, I could feel the suppressed anger simmering in her gaze. I froze. My chest tightened with unease. I took a deep breath and quickly made my way upstairs. When I reached them, Dwight's eyebrows had drawn together ever so slightly, though his tone remained courteous. "Mr. Palmer." I gave a slight nod back but kept my gaze fixed on Joanna. My voice was filled with anxiety. "Joanna, I… I need to talk to you alone." She glanced at me briefly before turning away. "I don't think there's anything we need to talk about, Mr. Palmer," she replied coldly. Upon hearing her words, I rushed forward