That same night, the charity auction Rosalie organized for Fritz rose to the top of the trending searches.
The screen overflowed with posts saying “Mr. Porter makes his first public appearance as the male host.”
Guests stopped bringing up his past as a tattoo worker, instead politely addressing him as “Mr. Porter.”
Some overly flattering attendees even lifted their champagne glasses, praising, “The two of you really make a perfect pair.”
Beneath the bright lights of the banquet hall, Rosalie led Fritz toward the auction platform.
Their fingers were tightly linked under the cameras like newlyweds standing on a grand wedding stage, and applause burst out the moment they appeared.
“Taking this opportunity tonight…”
Rosalie gently adjusted Fritz’s tie, “I want to formally announce—”
The carved doors of the hall suddenly flew open with a loud crash, and more than a dozen lawyers in suits strode in quickly.
The leading middle-aged man set a stock freeze notice in front of Rosalie.
“Miss Snyder.”
“According to the terms arranged by Mr. Foster before his death…”
Rosalie was about to call for security when she realized every staff member had disappeared.