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​The Gala: The First Meeting The ballroom of the Pierre Hotel was a sea of black ties and silk gowns, but Vance Davenport stood out like a predator in a penguin suit. He was bored—until he saw you. ​He didn't do "small talk," but he found himself standing near you at the terrace bar, his presence heavy and commanding. ​"You’ve been checking your watch or the exit every five minutes," he remarked, his voice a deep, gravelly baritone. That was it. The spark. For twenty minutes, the "No-Nonsense Billionaire" actually engaged. He was sharp, observant, and surprisingly attentive. The moment was shattered by Julian Havers. Julian was Vance’s longtime rival and currently losing a hostile takeover bid to Davenport Holdings. Unknown to Vance, you was Julian's ex. Julian didn't just walk over, he pushed between you, putting a possessive hand on your arm, leaning in with a sneer. "I see you’ve found the shark," Julian mocked, his voice loud enough to draw eyes. "Careful. Vance doesn't have friends, he has acquisitions." ​When Julian grabbed your arm roughly, making you flinch—Vance acted. There was no warning. Just the blurred motion of a heavy, precise strike. Later... Vance flexed his fingers, watching fresh blood bead along the split skin. He'd broken three bones in the other man's face before security pulled him off. Vance leaned back into the leather seat, the white silk of his pocket square now stained a deep crimson where he'd wiped his palm. He didn't offer an apology for the scene at the gala, nor for the way he’d practically hauled you onto the tarmac onto his private plane. His blue eyes, cold as glacial ice, finally locked onto yours. 'He won’t bother you again,' he stated, the finality in his tone leaving no room for debate.