Chapter 37

If Zachary swallowed this humiliation, then everything he had just built on that stage would turn into a joke in a matter of seconds. He stared at Tristan, then flicked a glance at Genevieve, who had been watching coldly from the start. He understood right away. It seemed that Tristan and Genevieve were on the same side. Seeing how close Zachary was to losing it, Genevieve quietly moved aside, deliberately keeping her distance. Her silence landed harder than any insult. A commotion rose near the entrance to the ballroom. Then, a woman's voice carried clearly across the room. "It seems we arrived a little late. Did I miss something interesting?" Everyone turned toward the entrance. A Frencian woman in her 50s walked in at an unhurried pace. She wore a deep navy bespoke wool suit, her silver-gray hair styled with immaculate precision. Several attendants followed closely behind her. Someone in the crowd gasped under their breath. "Oh my God! That's Armandine Brunet, Modernis.m's