Blinded by rage and envy, Colette was far from her sensible self. No matter the reality of the situation,


    she clung to her im like a lifebuoy, determined to save face before the crowd.


    Loraine, unfazed by their theatrics, retaliated with a hard-hitting fact.


    “The Ster Gxy is a masterpiece adorned with the finest


    Cartier diamonds, fashioned into stars that emit a soft, natural glow.


    Marina, would you say the ne you’re wearing meets that description?”


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    Marina, shocked into silence, found herself unable to respond. The gathered elites, no strangers to


    subtleties, took note of Marina’s apparent difort, their disdainful eyes drifting from her to


    Colette.


    At her wit’s end, Colette allowed her feelings to boil over and persisted in her allegations, “Loraine, the


    liar here is you! Everyone knows Marco bought the ne, and it’s more likely he gifted it to his sister


    rather than an outsider like you!”


    As her usation lingered in the air, a stern male voice echoed from behind her, “True, I purchased the


    ne, but Marina isn’t the recipient. I presented it to Loraine.”


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    All eyes swiveled in the direction of the voice, and there was Marco, sauntering casually with a ss of


    wine in his hand.


    Tonight, he was d in an understated ck suit, his striking features betraying no emotion, instantly


    captivating the elegant women in attendance.


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    His destination was clear: Loraine.


    Arriving at her side, his typically stoic demeanor softened. He extended the wine ss towards her, his


    voice gentle, “Loraine, I intended to bring you this wine earlier, but I was waid by a few shareholders.


    I apologize for the dy and for leaving you at the mercy of these individuals.”


    Loraine acknowledged his words with a nod, her attention drawn to the other man apanying


    Marco.


    He was an older gentleman, slightly balding with a rotund figure. His eyes were almost obscured by the


    creases formed by his broad smile.


    Loraine vaguely recognized him as Jefferson Foster, a shareholder from the Bryant Group.


    Jefferson had nned to extend his greetings to Loraine, but Marco’s words had momentarily stunned


    him.


    His previously warm smile rigidified, leaving him slightly flustered.


    However, his demeanor brightened upon spotting Be among the crowd.


    He was intrigued to see his daughter standing so near Loraine. Had


    Be truly managed to acquaint herself with Loraine?


    Jefferson momentarily disregarded Marco’sments, breaking into a chuckle, “Miss Torres, meet my


    daughter Be Foster. She regards you as a role model. It appears Mr. Bryant was correct. You


    younger folks indeed have more inmon. Enjoy your evening, I’ll take my leave now!”