On the day of the gala, Citrine brought only Sherman, who posed as her assistant and walked close by her side.

Sherman couldn't help but praise her. "Citrine, only you could pull this off. Even the high society crowd overseas can't help but extend you an olive branch after hearing about everything you've accomplished."

Citrine shook her head. "Not exactly. That might play some part, but the real reason is that the Archer family needs weapons and all the arms manufacturing overseas runs through our corporation. I'm just making a calculated bet, that's all."

Sherman beamed with pride. "No matter the reason, my sister's the best there is." His eyes sparkled as he looked at her, radiating admiration.

As soon as they entered the ballroom, all eyes turned their way.

Citrine was the only woman from Northriver invited to this elite Magnolia gathering a fact that made her stand out immediately.

Some of the foreign guests took in Citrine's beauty, but just as quickly, their crude words tore into her identity and abilities.

"A Northriver woman, of all things? Since when did we let that sort of nobody into a Magnolia high society event?"

"Hmph, as the Northriver saying goes, she's just a clown. Not worth our attention." "She's got a pretty face, but that's about it."

The Magnolia elites, dressed in bespoke suits and glittering jewels, looked at Citrine as if she were some unsightly blemish on their perfect gathering.

Sherman's temper flared at the nasty comments. "Citrine, these arrogant bastards have no idea how to keep their mouths shut."

about to march over, but Citrine caught him by the arm in a

his teeth but managed to

walked forward, unfazed by the stares, and calmly found herself

so-a

if

of those around her simply didn't

bored of speculating about her and turned back to their

sat in a wheelchair, watching the scene unfold

to the butler beside him. "This chairwoman of CICI Group might be from Northriver, but she's

a soft, derisive laugh. "These

regret

nodded in

could sense someone's gaze lingering on

piercing eyes

she raised her wine glass in a small, gracious

one had ever dared look him

Northriver woman was nothing like he'd

quickly, Vester offered her a smile

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