CHAPTER 78

The sight inside the room sent a fresh wave of gasps rippling through the crowd.

There stood Sloane, her attire disheveled and barely covering her, clutching onto a clothes rack for support. Her demeanor exuded a mix of intoxication and disarray that was utterly uncharacteristic.

The initial shock quickly morphed into murmurs and gossip that spread like wildfire among the guests.

"My, my, the Adle