She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 342

“No,” Loyce said, taking it back and sliding it into a drawer like it was nothing. “I’m just going over for a visit. Why are you home, anyway?”

“I’ve been running nonstop for months. I finally got one day off.” Hank hooked an arm around her shoulder. “Perfect timing. You rest too. Let me take you out.”

Loyce lifted an eyebrow. “Out where?”

Hank grinned, all mystery. “Just come with me.”

He drove her across town and finally pulled up outside a massive arena.

Even from a distance, the bass hit like a physical force. Fans screamed and roared in waves, the sound rolling out of the building like weather.

On a giant LED screen, an aggressive teaser played—five young men with perfect proportions and camera-ready faces, dancing through strobe-lit shadows, eyes cutting straight through the screen. The crowd waiting outside erupted all over again.

“Surprise.” Hank snapped his fingers and flashed two VIP floor passes. “Apex’s concert. Thought you could use a reset—some real eye candy.”

Loyce stared at the sea of people and the almost explosive atmosphere, then gave him a look that was half exasperation, half amused.

“Hank. This is your idea of ‘going out’?”

“Absolutely.” Hank didn’t let her protest. He guided her confidently around the chaos, through a private entrance, and straight to the front VIP section. “Guaranteed better physiques than any antique you’ve been studying. This—this is what youth looks like.”

*Antique?*

Loyce blinked once.

A vocalist hit a high note, the muscles in his neck tightening with the strain. The lead dancer landed a crisp flip and rose with his chest heaving. And the mixed-heritage member—beautiful in a way that felt unfair—threw a slow, wicked smile during the break.

The arena lost its mind.

Even Hank whistled, leaning close to Loyce so she could hear him over the noise. “Well? Tell me they’re not flawless.”

Then, like a shameless agent trying to close a deal, he started “reviewing” them one by one, elbowing her with a teasing grin.

“Which one do you want? Say the word. I’ve got enough pull in this world. You want a solo backstage? A photo? Autographs? Dinner? Or…” He raised his brows. “Something more?”

Loyce laughed despite herself and shouted back, “Since when did you run this kind of business? You know this group?”