Chapter 210

• Ava’s POV
• But before his interrogation could continue, a new voice—calm, condescending, and laced with amusement—slithered out from the shadows of the garden.
• "Oh, Fabio, Fabio, Fabio," Frederick sighed, stepping into the moonlight. The cherry of a cigarette glowed between his fingers, smoke curling from his lips like a contented reptile. "Temper, temper. You wouldn't want to make a mistake and cause a scene, would you? This is a party for peace, after all. Such... emotional outbursts are bad for business."