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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

Grace leaned closer and whispered. That’s Evelyn Starling, the top investor in tech. Her company just closed a deal

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

I wasnt inwardly unraveling. “Senator, what a pleasure to have you here,” I

as she shook my hand. “I’ve

of pride and relief rush through me. This was it–twasn’t

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

the inspiration behind the pieces, about the craftsmanship and the artisans I employed. My nerves started to settle, and a strange calm washed over

diamonds and sapphires. “This one was inspired by the Renaissance era. I explained. “It’s meant to capture the balance of

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Parkside. Don’t mention Christiana or the situation. Just make sound

get on it

step. Christiana didn’t need to know what

he didn’t 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 people I was calling–these weren’t just casual acquaintances. These were some

distant memory. Christiana’s exhibition was going to be the talk of the city by the end of

the satisfaction creeping in, but I pushed