Three officers seized her.
The flashes exploded.
Her dress tore.
His invisible crown fell away.
But while everyone was watching Camille fall, no one imagined that the most important decision had already been made…
And that it had nothing to do with revenge.
Part 2…While the flashes continued to illuminate the scandal in the room, Alexandre Beaumont was already gone.
He did not stay to savor the downfall of Camille Delacroix .
He did not toast.
He gave no interviews.
He took off his black bow tie, placed it on an empty table and left through the service door.
The night on the Champs-Élysées avenue still vibrated with sirens and whispers.
He drove alone.
Without an escort.
Without a driver.
With only one destination.
The Berry countryside , near Bourges .
Dawn found him in front of the tin shack.
The air was cold. The sky was just beginning to clear.
