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    Nearby, Leah cautiously moved closer.


    “Bruce, everything alright?”


    Bruce’s impatience was evident as he asked, “What are you doing here?” Leah, noticing his tense expression, deftly shifted the topic.


    “I was just speaking with Mrs. Archer and happened to hear that a member of the Ford family is attending tonight.”


    A trace of hope sparked in Bruce’s eyes as his somber demeanor softened slightly.


    “Really?”


    She responded with a serious nod.


    The Ford family was a major force in Lyhaton. If they couldnd an investment from them, losing Cn wouldn’t even matter.


    At that moment, Corrine, the topic of many conversations, suddenly sneezed. Her phone beeped with a new message from Karina, prompting her to smooth down her dress and walk toward the entrance.


    A ck Rolls-Royce elegantly arrived at the edge of the red carpet just as she approached.


    The sight of the well-known car model sent Corrine’s heart into a flurry. Before she could process her thoughts, the car door swung open, and a man emerged.


    d in a ck suit, he subtly adjusted the diamond cufflinks shimmering on his wrists.


    His suit jacket, finely stitched with celestial patterns of suns, moons, and stars, exuded a regal and majestic charm.


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    His presencemanded wealth and aloofness, casting an imposing air over the area. Appearing both untouchable and stately, he stood with an air of firm authority and distant nobility.


    Corrine recognized it immediately—it was the suit she had handpicked for Nate. The realization struck her like a p, her blood boiling at the sight.


    The onlookers knew little about Nate’s true identity, but when they spotted Moses and Zack standing behind him, murmurs of spection rippled through the crowd.


    “Who is that guy?”


    “Is he the rising star of Lyhaton?”


    “We can’t afford to cross him. Didn’t you notice Mr. Seymour trailing after him?”


    Wherever Nate walked, people instinctively stepped aside, forming a clear path in his wake.


    Nate ignored the murmurs and the thinly veiled ttery around him, his focus unwavering. He strode straight toward Corrine.


    Rita’s breath hitched the moment she saw him. There was something about his regal presence—distant yetmanding—that made it impossible to look away.


    As she watched him approach, each step slow and deliberate, her heart pounded erratically. Heat rushed to her cheeks, her body reacting before her mind could catch up.


    Since their fleeting encounter at Forreal’s auction, Nate had been imprinted in her thoughts. To say she dreamt of his face would be an understatement. A man like him was perfection—her very own Prince Charming.


    To stand by his side, a woman had to be exceptional, just as she was. Among all the women in Lyhaton, Rita believed she was the only one worthy of him.


    She held her breath as he neared, anticipation swelling in her chest. Just as she lifted her hand to take his arm, he passed by without a nce.


    Her smile vanished, her expression stiffening. Slowly, she turned, eyes wide with disbelief.


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