Chapter 3

Leah booked a luxurious private lounge to celebrate my win.

When I walked in, the room was buzzing—everyone was shouting over the pounding music that nearly rattled the windows.

As a thank-you for all the time that Theodore had helped me out lately, I invited him.

Later on, while heading to the bathroom, I passed a private lounge with its door half open. A familiar, cold voice floated through the gap.

Almost without thinking, I stopped outside that doorway, curiosity getting the best of me, and started listening in on their conversation.

"Marcus, didn't you say Vivian was head over…