Chapter 103

The Geralt gala was an arena, and she was ready to enter it with all the poise and precision she was known for. The stakes were high, but so were the rewards. And Sandra Walton was never one to shy away from a challenge.

She knew Gerald well. She knew there was more to the gala but she couldn't figure it out. It was a stage after all, and she was ready to play her part to perfection.

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Sunlight streamed through the expansive windows of the mansion's huge hall, casting a warm glow on the plush furniture and polished wood floors. Denera sat on a sleek leather sofa, her back straight, eyes focused.

Across from her, Gerald leaned against a grand piano, his arms crossed, a contemplative look on his face. The room, adorned with tasteful art and fresh flowers, was a testament to elegance and power.

Denera glanced around, appreciating the sophisticated setting. "I must say, Gerald," she began, her voice steady and measured, "you have outdone yourself with this place. It’s the perfect setti