"Mr. Valois, I'm just a beverage promoter." Jenna met his gaze steadily, her voice calm and measured.

Lucien narrowed his eyes, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk. "Are you rejecting me, Miss Roland?"

Several bodyguards in black suits rose simultaneously, surrounding Jenna.

The air turned icy.

Jenna clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.

"Stand down!" Lucien barked abruptly. "Do you think you can afford to frighten Miss Roland?"

The bodyguards exchanged glances before retreating to their positions.

Jenna frowned. "Are you forcing me into something I don't want, Mr. Valois?"

Lucien took a step forward, his towering frame looming over her. "You're overreacting. I merely invited you for a drink."

"Sorry, I don't accompany clients for drinks." She held her ground.

Surprise flickered in Lucien's eyes.

No one had ever dared to refuse him like this.

Her defiance only fueled his desire to conquer her.

"Interesting." He chuckled darkly. "There's nothing Lucien Valois can't obtain."

The private room door suddenly swung open.

Sylvia Savigny strode in, her stilettos clicking against the floor.

Lucien's expression darkened instantly. "Get out!"

Sylvia smiled brightly. "I heard you were here, Lucien. I came to toast you."

She subtly positioned herself between Jenna and Lucien.

Slap!

A brutal backhand struck Sylvia across the face.

Jenna gasped. "How dare you hit her?"

Sylvia quickly grabbed her arm. "Jenna, don't provoke him."

Lucien's gaze turned predatory. "You're not leaving tonight, Jenna Roland."

He resembled a furious beast, ready to pounce at any moment.