Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

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

walked toward them, Grace leaned closer and whispered. That’s Evelyn Starling, the top investor in tech. Her company just closed a deal with the government last month. And that man

a flip. These were not the kinds of people who just showed up to random exhibitions. Someone had invited them. But who? And how

forward to greet Senator Martinez as if I wasnt inwardly unraveling. “Senator, what a pleasure to have you

sharp and appraising as she shook my hand. “I’ve heard a lot

hand touched mine, I felt a surge of pride and relief rush through me. This was it–twasn’t going to let

of our finest pieces,” I said, gesturing to the collection of jewelry displayed

the craftsmanship and the artisans I

“This one was inspired by

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

I’ll get on it right

phone, my jaw tight with determination. My mind was already moving to the next step. Christiana didn’t need to know what was going on behind the scenes, not yet. This was my way of helping her, even

realize who he was up against. I wasn’t some second–rate businessman. I had built an empire, and I knew how to wield power when necessary. The

Wilkes‘ little stunt would be a distant memory. Christiana’s exhibition was

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