Chapter 885


    Wayne was already in his forties, while Phoche was only in his twenties.


    He was almost twice her age!


    Romello, driven by his own interests, shockingly announced the engagement without any warning!


    Howard’s rage was palpable as he red at Romello on stage.


    Sheena, equally stunned, tried to stop him, reaching out to grab his arm, but she was toote.


    “Romello, Phoebe and I are already in a rtionship. I came here tonight specifically to discuss our


    engagement with you, but you’re announcing her engagement to Wayne, and you didn’t even


    mention it beforehand! What are you trying to get at?”


    Howard’s voice boomed across the silent room, interrupting the impending apuse and


    congrattions from the guests.


    The media’s camera shes surrounded them, capturing every moment of the tense confrontation.


    The man who could control half of the entertainment industry with a wave of his hand was now


    revealed to be dating the industry’s reigning queen!


    And it seemed like they had been in a rtionship for a long time!


    In the face of the tense atmosphere, Romello chuckled lightly.


    “When did you and Phoebe start dating? I’m unaware of it. Besides, Phoebe agreed to the engagement


    with Mr. Santos tonight.”


    “What?” Howard frowned, his tone icy.


    He could not believe that Phoebe would agree to marry Wayne.


    “Where’s Phoebe? I need to see her!” Howard demanded, his eyes locking onto Romello’s.


    Sheena also rose to her feet, adding, “Mr. Romello, tonight is supposed to be Phoebe’s celebration, yet


    she hasn’t even made an appearance. Isn’t that strange? What exactly are you up to?”


    The banquet started with a singing and dancing performance from a popr singing band. Then,


    Romello took the stage to speak, followed by the announcement of the engagement news, effectively


    diverting attention away from Phoebe’s absence.


    As Sheena’s words sank in, many in the audience realized the oddity of the situation.


    How could Phoebe, the star of the evening, not have her spectacr appearance yet?


    Romello maintained hisposed smile.


    “Originally, the n was to introduce my sister, Phoebe Nicholls, after the engagement announcement.


    But Mr. Howard’s interruption caused a dy.”


    Then, he gestured behind him.


    Phoebe, dressed in an elegant white gown adorned with diamonds, appeared on the staircase outside


    the mansion’s second floor.


    Under the spotlight, her makeup was impable, and she was even wearing a crystal crown, looking


    every bit like a princess. However, her eyescked the innocence and vibrance they once held.


    Phoebe delicately gripped the railing, descending the stairs with grace and poise, exuding the


    demeanor of a true heiress.


    All eyes followed her every move, but Howard’s gaze burned with intensity as he stared at her.


    Step by step, Phoebe made her way to the stage, standing beside Romello, obedient andposed,


    faint smile gracing her lips, never once acknowledging Howard below.


    Howard’s eyes welled up, his voice trembling as he called out to her, “Phoebe, do you remember our


    recent agreement? Do you truly agree to marry Wayne?”


    Phoebe’s gaze finally met his, and the room fell into an eerie silence as everyone awaited her


    response.


    Her voice remained calm and steady, devoid of any emotion.


    “Yes, I agreed to be with Mr. Santos.”


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    With those words, Howard felt a crushing pain in his chest, almost suffocating.


    “Why he managed to utter, his voice barely a whisper.


    Phoebe pursed her lips lightly, refusing to speak further or even nce at Howard.


    They had been together for a year, and Howard knew her every gesture, every look, but he could not


    shake the feeling that something was off.


    “Romello, did you do something to her? She would never look at me with such a cold gaze,” Howard


    demanded, his emotions escting as his eyes fixated on the stage.


    Romello chuckled dismissively, replying, “Mr. Howard, you’re funny. This is Phoebe’s choice. I would


    never force her into anything.”


    Yet, Howard did not believe him for a moment. His emotions continued to boil, his gaze unwavering.


    Phoebe turned to Romello beside her, saying, “Romello, I’m not feeling well. I’ll be going back to my


    room to rest.‘