The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 168

Chapter 168 The Distinguished Guest

Carl leaned forward, his protective nature evident in every word. "She's my only granddaughter, and I must choose carefully. Her future isn't something to be decided lightly."

"Indeed," Quentin acknowledged, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Though with Corrine's prestigious background, our search in Lyhaton may prove more complex than

anticipated."

A wave of discomfort washed over Corrine as she absorbed their words.

Her unease deepened when Carl turned to Quentin, his eyes gleaming with purpose. "Do you have any promising candidates in mind?"

The two men exchanged knowing looks, years of friendship allowing for wordless communication. "As a matter of fact," Quentin began, "I believe I do."

Before he could elaborate, his trusted butler burst into the room, face flushed with urgency as he whispered something crucial in Quentin's ear.

Quentin's normally composed demeanor shifted instantly to one of alertness. "Are you certain of what you saw?"

The butler's grave expression left no room for doubt. "Without question, sir!"

Rising swiftly, Quentin adjusted his already immaculate clothing. "Bring him in at once!"

forward, footsteps resonated through the

assembled guests turned as one, drawn by the

to his tall, athletic frame. Every inch of his appearance spoke

thin lips pressed together in contemplation. Dark eyes, bottomless as midnight waters, held an air

mystery.

his sharp features, highlighting

finding Corrine. Though his eyes lingered briefly, the slight

amusement.

spacious hall into an intimate space charged

tension.

through the crowd like wind through

"Who could he be?"

but look

mentioned earlier?" Common knowledge held that the Seymour family's influence in Lyhaton, while considerable, paled beside

stemmed largely from their connection to a

this hidden faction wielded the true authority, making even

seem modest by comparison.

Quentin hurried forward to