Chapter 1288:

Elyse nodded in agreement, trying to reassure herself as they stepped further into the bustling hall. “You’re right. This is my event. Even if she wants to air her grievances, she wouldn’t cause a scene in public, would she?” Chloe nodded confidently. “Exactly. Just relax and enjoy the evening.” As Elyse entered the grand banquet hall, all eyes turned her way, their gazes a blend of curiosity and admiration. Unfazed by the attention, she walked with practiced grace to the center of the gathering, her presence commanding the room. A warm smile graced her lips as she spoke, her voice carrying the perfect mix of charm and authority. “Welcome, everyone, to my banquet. I hope tonight brings you all joy and great company.” Chloe stepped forward, offering a flute of champagne, which Elyse accepted with a small nod. Without hesitation, she downed the drink in one elegant motion, earning nods of approval from the watching crowd. Elyse’s poise was impeccable. Every tilt of her head, every movement exuded polished confidence. Many in the room found themselves captivated by her magnetic presence. One by one, guests approached, eager to introduce themselves and bask in her effortless charm. Amid the swirl of greetings and pleasantries, Elyse remained sharp, her wit sparkling like the champagne she raised. She laughed, clinked glasses, and moved through the crowd like a seasoned performer on a brightly lit stage, setting the lively tone for the evening. Not far away, Pearce observed her quietly, his gaze filled with admiration he made no attempt to hide. Jayden strolled over, arms crossed, his expression skeptical. “Aren’t you going to step in and lend her a hand?” Pearce glanced at him briefly before rolling his eyes in mock exasperation. “Why would I? Elyse has this under control. If she stumbles—which she won’t—I’ll step in. But right now, she’s doing just fine.” Jayden’s silence lingered before he finally spoke. “Don’t you find it sad? Being surrounded by all these people?” Pearce frowned, his lips tightening. “Sad? Are we even at the same banquet? Elyse isn’t some damsel in distress. She’s dazzling them all with her charisma and skill. She doesn’t need pity—she needs respect.” Jayden glanced toward Elyse, who was laughing and effortlessly charming a group of influential guests. A strange heaviness settled in his chest, a shadow he couldn’t quite shake. “Funny,” Jayden said softly. “I can’t see it the way you do.” Pearce barely spared him a glance. “And what exactly do you see?” Jayden’s voice carried an earnest weight. “She’s surrounded by people who might turn on her in a heartbeat. She needs to stay with me so I can protect her from any harm.” Pearce raised an eyebrow, his expression caught between disbelief and amusement. “So that’s why you didn’t want her heading abroad for the competition?” Jayden nodded, his eyes clouded with lingering worry. “After losing her child, she was vulnerable. I couldn’t let her face more on her own. I had to protect her.” . . .