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Chapter 61

Christians’s POV,

I stood frozen in place, my heart nearly stopping as the grand double doors of the banquet hall swung open, revealing a stream of luxurious cars pulling up outside. The kind of cars that screamed old money and power, each with their own fleet of security detail.

1 blinked in disbelief as one by one, men and women in finely tailored suits and gowns stepped out. These weren’t just ordinary guests, these were the top elite, the kind of people you saw in Forbes or the evening news, shaking hands with world leaders or running multi–billion–dollar companies.

What_what was happening?

“Christiana,” Grace whispered urgently at my side, tugging at my arm as if she could sense the sheer panic threatening to take over my mind. “That’s Alexander Graham, the oil magnate, and behind him–oh my God, that’s Senator Martinez! I’ve only ever seen her in interviews. How did they

1 swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. Senator Martinez Alexander Graham? What on earth were they doing here? And why were they flooding into my exhibition?

For a second, I couldn’t move. I stood there, paralyzed by the sight of these high–profile guests who hadn’t been on my list. The same list that, just an hour ago, seemed to have been stolen night from under my nose. And now now it felt like the universe was playing some twisted joke on me. But this? This was no joke.

Ma’am Christiana, we need to move,” Grace urged again, her tone gentle but firm, pulling the out of my daze. “They’re here to see you. You’ve got this.”

I nodded, pulling myself together. Grace was right. These people were here, and they weren’t just any guests–they were the kind of clientele that could change everything for my business. Istraightened my posture, smoothed down the front of my dress, and took a deep breath. Professional. Calm. In control

whispered. That’s Evelyn Starling, the top investor in tech. Her company just closed a deal with

flip. These were not the kinds of people who just showed up to random exhibitions. Someone had invited them. But who? And how did they know to come here? My mind flashed to Alex, but I shook

unraveling. “Senator, what a pleasure to have you here,” I said, keeping my voice smooth and confident I’m honored by

appraising as she shook my hand. “I’ve heard a lot about your work, Christiana. I wouldn’t miss this

through me. This was it–twasn’t going to let some petty sabotage steal this moment from

of our finest pieces,” I said, gesturing to the collection of jewelry displayed elegantly under the glass cases. “Each

I moved from case to case, explaining the intricate designs, I saw their faces light up with interest. They asked questions about the inspiration behind the pieces, about the craftsmanship and the artisans I employed. My nerves

was inspired by the Renaissance era. I explained. “It’s meant to capture the balance of strength

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at Parkside. Don’t mention Christiana or the situation. Just

I’ll get on

the call and pocketed my phone, my jaw tight with determination. My mind was already moving to the next step. Christiana didn’t need to know

my thoughts raced. Wilkes thought he could outmaneuver me, but he didn’t realize who he was up against. I wasn’t some second–rate businessman. I had built an

be a distant memory. Christiana’s exhibition was going to be the talk of the

feel the satisfaction creeping in, but I pushed it aside. There was still