Silence settled heavily in the room after Gianna's word, thick, oppressing, as its victims exchanged furtive glances at the implication hanging in the air.
Arthur Beckett was the backer? What would that even mean?
Gianna didn't know.
With all the threads of information and half-formed clues floating everywhere, colliding and tangling, she truly didn't know.
She only knew one thing with certainty—that she needed to uncover the truth before everything became even more complicated, before it spiraled further out of reach.
Elite clubs, powerful men and backers, and whatnot, was no small matter.
"Gianna… why would you say that?" old Mr. Thorne finally asked, leaning forward in his seat, interest sharp in his eyes. The mention of the said elite club had clearly caught his attention.
An elite club he himself wasn't part of… or aware of. What were the odds?
