Chapter 162 Lovely Wife

• After pulling herself together, Serena stepped back into the banquet hall, the soft hum of classical music and subtle whispering engulfing her. The encounter with Trejo had rattled her more than she had expected. Though she had perfected the art of masking her discomfort, right now, the thought of pretending to smile and chat and dance felt unbearable.
• The walls of the lavish hall now felt like they were closing in on her, each laugh or glance amplifying the pressure in her chest. She wanted to leave, to go back to the hotel and curl up in bed. But she was sure Adriano would not hear of it. They probably would not leave until every important person in the room was gone.
• She weaved through the crowd absentmindedly, not entirely aware of where she was headed, her mind still replaying Trejo's threats when suddenly, a hand grabbed her arm.