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Chapter 37
Kyle’s words hung in the air, but Cordy wasn’t about to waste her energy on him. She had already dealt with enough of his nonsense over the years. As his words registered, her lips curled into a cold smile, and she gave him a look that said everything she needed to.
“You still don’t get it, do you?” Cordy said, her voice smooth with contempt. “The ‘firefighter’ you’re mocking? That’s John Levine himself.”
Her words hit like a slap.
Kyle’s face drained of color as realization slowly crept up on him. His mind raced—he had been so sure of his assumption, mocking the ‘firefighter’ figure without considering for a second that he might be in the presence of someone far more influential than himself. But the mockery in Cordy’s voice stung far more than the simple correction.
For a brief, fleeting moment, Kyle stood frozen, as the crowd around them murmured in confusion. It was clear—Kyle had misjudged the situation. His smugness, which had been so blatant moments ago, crumbled under the weight of his ignorance.
Cordy didn’t wait for him to process her words. She turned her back to him, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor as she walked away, confident and unbothered. The last thing she needed was to engage with someone who still hadn’t figured out that the Levines were far above his reach.
She glanced once more at the crowd, the whispers growing quieter as people realized what had just unfolded. There were more eyes on her now, some with curiosity, others with clear respect. In a world of social climbing, anyone who could stand their ground against a mistake as public as Kyle’s would earn a few nods of approval.
Cordy continued her stroll through the hall, feeling the subtle shift in the atmosphere. Whether they liked it or not, she belonged here. And tonight, the Levines were the ones who had invited her, not Kyle.
Not far behind her, Kyle stood awkwardly, trying to recover from the moment. His eyes flicked nervously around the room, the realization sinking in that his status might not be as secure as he had once thought. He had no idea how John Levine would take the joke he had made—nor did he know how much damage it could cause in the long run.
He only knew one thing for certain: he would be hard-pressed to brush off this humiliation anytime soon.
Meanwhile, at the VIP lounge entrance, John Levine made his presence known again, stepping forward with a grace and power that was unmistakable. His black suit and his calculated strides commanded the room—everyone who caught a glimpse of him felt the aura of quiet authority that seemed to naturally surround him.
As John entered the lounge, his gaze swept over the crowd. His focus briefly landed on Cordy, who had already been swept up in the whirlwind of attention that had followed her moment of glory. But it wasn’t just because of her gown. There was something else about Cordy—something undeniably captivating. He couldn’t quite place it, but it was there.
Cordy noticed his gaze and gave him a small, polite nod from across the room. John’s lips twitched, and though there was no outward expression of recognition, the brief, subtle acknowledgment was enough to leave a ripple of curiosity among the onlookers.
For now, John would remain silent. But Cordy, standing confidently amidst the sea of wealthy elites, had just proven one thing: she was a force to be reckoned with, whether they liked it or not.