The door to the private room swung open. Inside, several men and women swayed to flashing lights; it was impossible to distinguish individuals. Thankfully, the scene wasn't as unpleasant as Hannah had feared.

"Ms. Cooper, Mr. Wells is inside," the waiter said respectfully.

"Thank you," Hannah replied, nodding slightly. She pursed her lips and entered. Without searching, she spotted Oscar on a sofa, wine glass in hand, legs crossed. He smiled, seemingly amused by something. He'd seen her but didn't greet her.

The blaring stereo, screams, and cheers were unbearable. No matter how hard she tried, Hannah struggled to adapt. Standing before Oscar, she said, "Can you ask them to leave?"

He smiled, frowning slightly as a signal to speak louder. "Can you let them go out?" she repeated, her voice raised. Oscar remained motionless. Hannah gritted her teeth.

Leaning toward him, she whispered, "Can you… Ah!" She lost her balance, shoved from behind, and landed directly into Oscar's arms. The unexpected impact felt strangely anticipated.

Hannah, usually composed, panicked. The dancing woman who'd bumped her screamed uncontrollably, perhaps startled by the fall. The scream drew everyone's attention. They saw a woman—petite and cute beside Oscar's imposing frame—nestled in Mr. Wells' arms.

The unusual sight stunned them. Rumors of Mr. Wells' refusal of no woman had circulated, but none had witnessed it firsthand. Women usually kept their distance, fearing to overstep. Yet here he was, a woman in his arms, and he was smiling, even doting.

No one dared comment, quickly averting their gazes. Though Oscar hadn't done anything wrong, his presence intimidated.

"Theodore, turn it off," Oscar said, his voice neither loud nor soft.

Theodore, seated beside him, nodded. He hadn't quite heard, but their long friendship fostered a tacit understanding. He switched off the stereo.

Hannah stood, escaping Oscar's embrace. Her face flushed. Always mindful of decorum, she'd never been so forward, never jumped into a man's arms. For ten years of marriage to Charles, she'd maintained her composure. He'd respected that. She'd believed she had the perfect marriage; now she knew it was simply because Charles didn't love her.

Silence fell, making Hannah even more uncomfortable. She looked at Oscar, calmly seated.

"Everyone out," he instructed.

The room emptied, leaving only Hannah, Oscar, and Theodore, who lingered, seemingly eager for the drama. Hannah fought to remain calm, but a wave of irritation washed over her. Oscar had heard her earlier request but ignored it, making her look foolish. And how had he known her silent plea? She shouldn't let him get to her; she needed his help.

"Doesn't he have to go?" she asked, her eyes on Theodore, son of the powerful Wold family. The Wolds, though not among the city's top four families, held significant influence, commanding respect from both police and criminals. Their patriarch's ties to a powerful capital family were rumored to be true.

Hannah, with her extra ten years of experience, knew their power firsthand. Seeing Theodore, she wondered why such a powerful young master served Oscar. What privilege commanded such loyalty? Friends, she concluded—partners in mischief.

"He doesn't need to go," Oscar confirmed. His closeness with Theodore was evident; he wouldn't treat him as an outsider. Hannah didn't mind; Oscar deemed Theodore trustworthy. She no longer needed to avoid him.

"I've been thinking. I need your help to break my engagement to Charles," she stated.

Oscar casually sipped his wine, observing her without comment.

"Exposing his scandals is the best way. He has many, but his infidelity—especially on his wedding day—would be the most devastating blow to a hypocrite like him!"

Oscar listened, slowly finishing his wine. His Adam's apple moved, an inexplicably sexy gesture.

Hannah looked away. "And I need your help making a video exposing his affair."

Oscar set down his glass, rising to face her. In her heels, she felt dwarfed. She straightened her back, refusing to be intimidated.

"Miss Cooper went to the Sawyer villa today to discuss your marriage. Why this sudden change of heart? How can I trust someone so unpredictable?" Oscar's disbelief was clear.