Lucien Valois's fury radiated through the private booth. His knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, glaring at Sylvia Savigny's retreating figure.

This secret affair had been hidden even from his lawfully wedded wife, let alone his parents overseas.

Who had betrayed him?

Dark currents swirled in Lucien's eyes. He suddenly spun around and seized Jenna Roland's wrist.

"Mr. Valois!" Jenna winced in pain, struggling against his grip.

The man abruptly released her, downing his whiskey in one gulp. "I startled you."

Jenna took two steps back, warily eyeing him. "If there's nothing else, I should return to work."

"Stay." Lucien blocked her exit. "Be with me, and you'll want for nothing."

"I have a husband," Jenna stated coldly.

Lucien smirked, reaching to touch her face. "What can that pauper possibly offer you?"

She slapped his hand away. "His heart. Can you match that, Mr. Valois?"

The words ignited Lucien's rage. His eyes burned crimson as he punched the wall. "Get out!"

Jenna fled the booth without looking back.

The hallway lights stretched her shadow long and thin. Behind her, glass shattered amidst a man's enraged curses.

"Jenna!" Chloe Blanchet grabbed her arm in panic. "Mr. Valois is at reception. Hide!"

The lounge curtains fluttered slightly. Jenna curled up on the sofa until Chloe returned with news of Lucien's departure.

"Tristan wants to see you," Patrick Klein entered hesitantly.

Smoke hung thick in Tristan Ashcroft's office. Stubbing out his cigarette, the club owner said gravely, "You're fired, effective tomorrow."

Jenna gripped her skirt. "Because of Lucien Valois?"

"He just purchased thirty percent of Studio 54." Tristan gave a bitter laugh. "I can't protect you."

Outside, a Rolls-Royce glided away. In the rearview mirror, the man's brooding gaze remained fixed on a particular window atop the nightclub.