Game Over No Second Chances

Chapter 405

Serena didn't even look up, completely unaware of the attention around her.

Smiling, she pulled out a wristwatch and began explaining its origin and design concept with genuine enthusiasm, her voice full of life.

A few nearby guests began to take notice.

"What a unique perspective," one of them remarked.

"I must say, your taste in Carolyn's Dreamscape collection is impeccable. It's leading the industry right now."

"Carolyn's work may not always be limited edition, but it's undeniably trendsetting. I didn't expect the daughter of Amber Hanson to have such deep insight. I've really underestimated you-I should've come over to chat much earlier."

"This tie clip is quite distinctive too. It really suits Mr. Hugh."

Before long, Serena was effortlessly blending into the crowd, holding court with charm and ease. Hugh remained beside her, his expression as unreadable and cool as always, quietly standing by and listening attentively.

It was as if, in the world of design she loved so much, Serena didn't need to do anything at all. She shone just by being there.

And in Hugh's eyes, she was all he could see.

Cole, unable to even find an opening to greet her, felt his frustration boil over. He turned on his heel and left.

where he left her, surrounded by

was stepping in to run Nebula Design. Turns out the so-called couple doesn't

second daughter of the Jansen family really shot herself in the foot. But Mr. Hugh's wife? Now, that's impressive. Try to humiliate her, and she'll drench you in champagne. The poor

how the Larson family

a shotgun wedding. It wouldn't be the first time

eyes turned red with humiliation. The smell of champagne clinging to her

down the stairs, slipping out to

uncontrollably for a long while-until it felt

her face as she choked out a sob. "Why can't Cole be

of wind blew through

to clean herself up and go back inside

like that? She hadn't even had a

her hand to her lower abdomen, a glimmer of

it be? Was she really

most of the female guests slipping on

deeper into her soft fur shawl, sipping fruit juice to soothe her throat,

this shawl just for tonight. It's super warm. I'm

and pampered little thing, domesticated and content to

slightly. "You look good in

Serena squinted