The room exploded into a cacophony of disbelief as Elizabeth Whitlock's knees buckled, her body crumpling to the floor. Brian Adams's words, amplified by the loudspeaker, echoed ominously in the grand hall. A wave of whispers and murmurs swept through the crowd like a gust of wind rustling through a forest.
This was not how it was supposed to unfold. Surely, with so many people calling out her name, she should have been singled out for some lucrative business proposition? Elizabeth struggled to comprehend the surreal scene unfolding before her eyes.
Two stern-faced security guards approached and hoisted Elizabeth back onto her feet.
In a desperate plea for help, she cried out, "Paul White, save me!"
Being called upon in such a situation was far from ideal, but Paul had no choice but
