Gavin Valentine frowned deeply, his probing gaze fixed on Tristan Ashcroft. "Who could possibly summon him?"

Tristan shrugged. "Who else but Ethan Roscente?"

Realization dawned on Gavin. Of course. Only someone of Ethan's stature could make Vincent Valois personally come to the club to retrieve his useless son.

Thankfully Vincent arrived in time. Otherwise, Gavin and his friend would've had to barge in to rescue Jenna Roland.

Gavin hopped onto the desk and motioned for a cigarette. He took a long drag before speaking. "Honestly, this place of yours is a den of snakes. Today it was Lucien Valois. What if someone even more powerful comes for Jenna next time? We can't protect her forever."

Tristan exhaled a smoke ring. "Ethan asked me to fire Jenna. I agreed. She won't be coming back starting tomorrow."

Gavin's eyes lit up. "Seriously?"

Tristan gave him a strange look. "Why are you so happy?"

"Damn right I am!" Gavin cursed. "My nightlife's been ruined playing bodyguard for Jenna every damn day. I've been more miserable than a ghost. Now that she's leaving, I'm finally free!"

"..."

While Gavin celebrated, Tristan mourned the loss of his cash cow. No one brought in profits like Jenna did.

He wanted to scream.

Gavin tapped his cigarette. "Why the long face? Can't bear to let Jenna go?"

Tristan sighed heavily. "Do you know how much money Jenna made for this club?"

Gavin shook his head.

Tristan held up nine fingers.

"Nine hundred thousand?" Gavin looked shocked.

Tristan wagged his index finger. "Nine million. And that's just from her alone, not counting other revenue streams. Tell me, how could I not be reluctant?"

"..."

Gavin never imagined Jenna was that profitable.

Nine million was no small sum!

He collected himself. "But she has to leave. Otherwise, Lucien will keep causing trouble."

Tristan sighed again. "Losing my top earner hurts."

Gavin rolled his eyes. "It's not like anyone could touch Jenna here anyway. Ethan would destroy them—and you'd be next."

"What do you mean?" Tristan frowned.

Gavin cleared his throat and crooked a finger.

Tristan leaned in.

In a hushed tone, Gavin revealed, "Jenna and Ethan are married."

"Holy shit!" Tristan jumped up, eyes wide. "You're kidding!"

Gavin scoffed. "Why would I lie? I had the same reaction when I found out. No wonder he made me protect her every night. No wonder he kept showing up here. It all makes sense now!"

"..."

Tristan's mind went blank. Even if the sky fell, he'd never have guessed Jenna's husband was Ethan Roscente—the ruthless king of Wall Street!

Wait. If Ethan was her husband, why let her work here?

Bewildered, Tristan sat back down. "Why would Ethan allow Jenna to work here? He could support her for ten lifetimes. Why let her do this job?"