Chapter 910

　　Bently's pursuit of power was nothing but blunt. His fawning over Michelle was a mirror image of Michelle's obsession with Derek. But a lowly "clinger" would never catch the eye of the proud. 　　Michelle gave Bentley a dismissive glance, letting out a half-hearted "Thanks" that barely counted as a response. 　　The word had barely left her mouth before she was hiking up her skirt and scurrying toward Derek. 　　Bentley froze, his fists clenching until his knuckles popped beneath his sleeves. 　　Derek stood there in a sharp, pitch-black suit, his face partially obscured by his signature silver mask. He looked like a high-ranking Alpha who had just stepped out of the abyss—mysterious, cold, and utterly unattainable. He drew the repressed, burning stares of every female in the room. 　　"Derek!" Michelle called out gleefully, fluttering toward him like a butterfly desperate for attention. 　　From not far, Tabitha swirled her champagne, a mocking smile playing on her lips. To her, the scene was a