Chapter 92

Garvin's POV.

Leaning in my chair, my lips permanently fixed in an upward curve. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the thought of the events from last night.

The "oh’s and Ahh from the crowd filled my heart with so much contentment.

_who knew you get so much joy from staging something?_

The eyes of everyone present at the event were widened to their fullest extent except one person.

Tracy. She held her hand in mine, her body stiff and rigid with palms that served in mine.

"Take Deep breaths, Tracy," I whispered while still wearing the smile

"I can't," she replied, batting her eyes repeatedly, "The press is everywhere and.. they are asking too many questions

"I will take care of them," I assured her, tightening my grip on her hand.

As I led her out of the crowd.

***

Reaching for my phone on the other side of the table, I tapped on the social media icon,

Indeed, all my efforts would be pointless if the primary target did not get to see it. What would be the point of paying off a