People froze with their drinks halfway to their mouths. Whispers started traveling across the room like wildfire.
"Is that… the Enigma?" a wealthy CEO whispered to his wife, lowering his glass.
"Look who is standing next to him," a pack leader murmured, his eyes wide with shock. "That is Julius. The rumors were true."
Harrison did not look at any of them. He kept his chin high, his massive shoulders broad as he walked forward. His hand rested firmly on the small of Julius's back, a clear gesture of total ownership and protection.
He was openly showing the entire high-society world that Julius belonged to him. Everyone in the hall instantly understood the message: Julius was no longer just a business partner. He was the person the feared Enigma valued most in the world, and touching him meant certain death.
"Just breathe, baby," Harrison said softly, his deep voice only for Julius to hear. "Keep walking. Let them look."
