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Vanessa wanted to humiliate the woman she believed was beneath her, but one lightning-fast movement transformed the ballroom from a social gathering into a scene nobody would ever forget. / Chapter 3 / 10

Chapter 3 - The Broken GlassRelease.

Naomi slowly loosened her grip on Vanessa’s silver heel, letting the high-society socialite stumble backward with a clumsy, undignified lurch. Vanessa caught herself against a marble pillar, her face burning crimson with a mixture of burning humiliation and unbridled fury.

For a heartbeat, Vanessa looked as though she wanted to scream, to scratch, to throw a public tantrum that would shake the chandeliers. But the cold, unflinching look in Naomi’s eyes—a gaze devoid of fear, hesitation, or submission—froze the words in Vanessa's throat.

Instead, Vanessa snatched her designer handbag off a nearby velvet chair, glared viciously at the surrounding guests who were desperately trying to hide their suppressed snickers, and stormed out of the ballroom through the private side doors, her hurried footsteps echoing like rapid gunshots.

The ballroom slowly exhaled. The string quartet tentatively resumed playing, and the murmurs of high-society gossip swelled like rising tide water.

Naomi didn't wait for the whispers to settle. She adjusted her gray uniform jacket, picked up her silver serving tray, and melted seamlessly back into the shadows near the service doors, her heart beating at a steady, controlled rhythm.

She walked down the long, dimly lit corridors of the Whitmore East Wing until she reached the relative quiet of the butlers' pantry. Setting the tray down on the stainless-steel counter, she exhaled a long, slow breath, pressing her fingertips against the cool metal.

"You handled that with remarkable restraint, Naomi."

Naomi whipped around, her tactical instincts instantly flaring before she caught herself. Leaning against the pantry doorframe with a warm, tired smile was Ethan Whitmore.

He had discarded his formal tuxedo jacket, his white dress shirt collar was unbuttoned, and his dark hair was slightly tousled. He must have witnessed the entire scene from the mezzanine balcony overlooking the ballroom.

"Mr. Whitmore," Naomi said formally, dropping her gaze back to the floor. "I was merely doing my job. Assisting a guest who lost her footing."

Ethan chuckled softly, walking closer until he stood just inches away from her. The familiar, comforting scent of cedarwood and sandalwood washed over her senses.

"Assisting?" Ethan raised an eyebrow, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "Naomi, you caught a three-hundred-dollar stiletto mid-air like a major-league baseball player and left Vanessa looking like she'd just seen a ghost. If you were any faster, you would have created a sonic boom."

Naomi remained silent, though a faint, involuntary smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She tried to step past him, but Ethan gently caught her wrist—not with force, but with a firm, questioning tenderness that made her breath catch.

"She deserved it, you know," Ethan murmured, his voice dropping into a softer, more intimate register. "Vanessa has spent years acting like she owns this estate, treating everyone around her like furniture. But what she did tonight crossed a line. And what you did..." He paused, his gaze searching her face. "You terrified her. In the best possible way."

"I am a domestic employee, Mr. Whitmore," Naomi said softly, pulling her hand away with practiced grace. "Incidents like that reflect poorly on the estate. My job is to maintain peace, not create spectacles."

"Your job," Ethan countered, stepping closer, "is whatever you want it to be. But stop calling yourself just an employee, Naomi. You know as well as I do that you don't belong scrubbing floors and serving canapés in a house full of vipers."

Before Naomi could formulate a reply, the heavy oak doors of the pantry swung open with a loud bang.

Standing in the doorway, breathing heavily with his face contorted in absolute rage, was Richard Whitmore—Ethan’s overbearing uncle and the primary shareholder of Whitmore Logistics.

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His cold, calculating eyes darted from Ethan’s flushed face to Naomi’s rigid posture, and a sickening, predatory smirk spread across his lips.

"Well, well," Richard sneered, stepping into the room. "I always wondered why my nephew was spending so much time hiding in the kitchens. It seems our little domestic help has been dabbling in much more than serving tea."

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