Ariana felt a chill run down her back.
Her hands started to sweat, and she couldnât bring herself to meet Bennettâs gaze.
She realized Bennett never missed a thing; he was always watching, very observant.
She forced herself to calm down.
Putting on a concerned face, she whispered, âIs everyone at this banquet a mob boss?â
Bennett kept his eyes on her and said, âSo what if they are?â
Ariana said, âItâs not really a problem.
I mean, you are in this kind of business, so it makes sense that your friends are doing this, too.
Iâve only seen this kind of thing on TV.
Being around people like this is a rare thing for me.
Itâs a little unnerving.
â
âUnnerving?â Bennett chuckled like she had just said something hilarious.
âYouâve been here for a long time, and youâre still rattled by that?â
âOf course,â Ariana replied, still nervous inside.
She was afraid that Bennett would see through her.
âEveryone knows they could die at any time, but that doesnât mean theyâre not scared.
Iâm just an ordinary person.
Being around all these people who wouldnât think twice about killing someone-itâs a lot to take in.
Besides, I donât know what will set them off.
What if I say the wrong thing and they lose it? Next thing you know, Iâm getting punched in the face or worse.
â
Bennettâs eyes softened a bit, his guard easing.
âWhy would you think that? Youâre under my protection.
Nobodyâs going to touch you unless they want serious trouble.
â
Ariana pretended to relax, letting out a small breath.
âOne last thingâthese guys wonât start a fight over nothing, right?â
âNo, you have my word,â Bennett said, stepping a bit closer, his hand brushing against her waist.
âIf youâre really that scared, just hold my arm.
â
Ariana didnât really want to be anywhere near him, but she knew she had to keep up the act.
She reluctantly took his arm and let him lead her inside.
With the crisis over, Ariana let out a quiet sigh of relief before walking into the banquet hall with Bennett.
The banquet hall was massive.
In the center, there was a large circular table that looked like something from an art exhibit, surrounded by lavish decor.
If Ariana didnât know better, she would think this event was hosted by the elite of society.
The place was already buzzing with guests, all dressed to impress.
Some people were in slick outfits, exuding that refined, classy vibe.
Others had tattoos covering their arms, giving off a tougher look.
When Bennett walked in, everyone turned his way, greeting him with politeness and sliding into easy conversation.
They were chatting about things like Halkonâs latest results and reviews of new productsâall topics that didnât really interest Ariana.
One guest said, âMr.
Olson, your partnerâs even more stunning than before.
Whereâd you find her?â
Another chimed in, âLooks like youâve got a fine taste.
Sheâs from a good family, isnât she?â
âIs she still in school? She looks so young,â someone else added.
People were throwing compliments at Ariana left and right, with Bennett soaking up the attention at the center.
Bennett kept it cool, responding to the praises in a casual manner.
Meanwhile, Ariana followed him quietly through the crowd, occasionally glancing around, trying to spot someone familiar.
But Bennett noticed her sneaky glances.
âYouâve been scanning the room since we got here.
Whatâs got your attention?â