It jarred with the impressions they used to have of her—‘just a housewife,’ ‘a nobody,’ ‘a gold digger.’
What made things more interesting was the arrival of Alpha Calden Ashmood right on the heels of Cyric and Zarelle.
“Ex-husband and current boyfriend,” a woman in the crowd whispered, stifling a giggle. “Do you think they’ll come to blows?”
Her mate frowned. “Hush. Neither of them is someone we can afford to offend.”
Pasting a smile on his face, he moved forward to greet Cyric, who was soon surrounded by a crowd of guests eager to make connections.
Cyric nodded at them politely. “Everyone, I would like you to meet Zarelle Stormy, the new vice president of Feymere Corp.”
More than one person gasped. Vice president?
They thought the woman was just Cyric’s arm candy,
