Chapter 96

~4 Hours before~ Cillian had grown to hate parties. From the overly loud atmosphere to the people who tried to stick up to him like he owed them something, to the reporters who thought they knew his life better than he did and worse of all, the whispers that floated around like haunting ghosts. He hated every single last one of those things. Yet, he stood in front of his high rise floor to ceiling window, staring at the invitation he'd received an hour ago. An invitation to the collaboration between Bellatrix and...that bastard. "Sir," Kane's voice put an end to the staring contest he's had with the invitation envelope for nearly five minutes. Cillian looked up, his eyes landing on his assistant who stood by his desk, hands behind his back. "Do you plan on going? Shall I prepare the Car?" He asked. Cillian glanced back at the envelope. The answer should have been obvious. Just like he'd done when he received the divorce papers, he should have thrown the envelope into the paper shredder