The Tycoon's Odyssey

Chapter 269: 269:Panic in Party

The night sky draped over Bombay as flashing cameras and dazzling lights lined the entrance of the luxurious Grand Blue Hotel.

Guests in glamorous attire flocked to the red carpet, where limousines pulled in one after another. Among them, a sleek black limousine came to a smooth halt, and from it, a long, slender leg emerged, adorned with heels sharp enough to cut glances. A ripple of excitement spread through the crowd as the rest of Suri Barret followed, her silk gown shimmering under the lights.

As she took long, confident strides forward, a swarm of people surged toward her

Photographers, fans, and guests came clamoring for a moment wildly.

"Miss Suri, what is the next project you are working on?"

"Miss Suri, where did you spend your vacation?"

"Were you alone or went with someone?"

The media asked questions, and the guests in luxurious coats and designer suits greeted her with enthusiasm, enchanted by her charm. Suri responded with an elegant warm smile, exchanging handshakes and air kisses with elegance.

Yet, not every encounter was welcome. A few older men, eyes glinting with inappropriate admiration, tried to touch her.

One reached for her hand, another for her waist, but with a graceful sidestep, she dodged them effortlessly.

"Haa! Sorry, you know I am a clean freak woman."

She maintained her polite smile but thought inwardly with thinly veiled annoyance.

'These old bastards really don't know when to quit. Always hunting for young grass to graze.'

She let out a subtle sigh, hiding her irritation behind a perfect grin, and stepped into the opulent hall.

.......

Inside the Grand Blue Hall

The interior sparkled with extravagance. Golden chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, and marble floors reflected every shimmer of the guests' gowns. Tables were lined with elaborate dishes filled with caviar, lobster, exotic fruits, and champagne towers while a live band played soft jazz in one corner, setting a lively but elegant mood.

On the dance floor, guests swirled in slow circles, lost in rhythm, while the air hummed with conversation and laughter.

Celebrities from every field filled the room from actors, singers, business tycoons and several well-known faces flocked to Suri the moment she entered.

She greeted them all with grace, offering compliments that seemed genuine despite being second nature. In this industry, the ability to smile through feigned interest was essential.

Suri's breath hitched.

"DRUGG!"

Without wasting time,she bolted toward the door.

Just as she reached the entrance, a sudden BANG echoed through the hall, the sound of unmistakable gunfire.

Suri instinctively ducked, sliding low across the floor as bullets whizzed past her.

With a nimble leap, she vaulted over a nearby table, knocking over glasses and platters.

Then came the sound that froze her in place for a split second.

"Hahaha! Suri, it's been a long time since we met. Won't you come out and greet your little brother?"

Her eyes narrowed as she identified the source of trouble.

Suri then crouched behind the table and cursed.

'Damn! Did he finally lose it and go insane?'

'How did he get the guts to act like this?'

The scent in the air, the sudden collapse of the guests, and now Paul's voice...this was no coincidence.

He was behind all of this but..

She wasn't sure if he was alone or acting along with others cause what he was doing was broadlight terrorism so someone Indra must have his back to sweep things.

She pressed her back against the overturned table, listening carefully to the sound of footsteps approaching from the entrance.

She peeked over the edge of the table, trying to gauge how many men he had with him. In the dim light, she spotted a group of armed men in black suits, their faces hidden behind masks. The air thinned, and she could feel her breathing grow heavier.

She had to act fast before she was surrounded.

Her lips curled into a bitter smile. Little brother or not, you picked the wrong sister to mess with.

With one deep breath, Suri tightened her grip on the edge of the table, ready to fight her way out.