Cut of the Shadows: Tilda’s Brilliant Second Life
Chapter 579: All Eyes on Me
This truth was even harder to bear than killing Kyla.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
At Austin Hotel in Dugan, the invited guests stepped onto the red carpet one after another. Decked out in heavy makeup and glamorous outfits, they entered the so-called miraculous piece of architecture and the most luxurious seven-star hotel in Dugan.
Outside the hotel, Maybachs, Rolls-Royces, and more luxury cars were lining up in a dazzling parade. The fountain reflected the faces of influential people who could shake up major cities with a single move. This was an exclusive private party. Thus, no reporters were invited to capture the event. For these people, being invited to this exclusive party was a sign of recognition and a great honor.
Tomorrow, the whole world would watch live as the lithography machine research team received their medals, gave speeches, and unveiled Cetherland’s first-ever 4nm chip! By rights, with their status, influence, and experience, they had trained themselves to remain calm and wouldn’t be easily impressed.
Except…
For that one person. Everyone’s gaze turned to him as he walked confidently, like he owned the place. Jude stepped out of a specially customized Maybach. It was a special license plate from Slosa, numbered 10000. That number alone screamed his prestigious status. He was the CEO of DY Group, the youngest head of the Bells. He had single-handedly pushed DY, already at its peak, to even greater heights and had become the youngest billionaire on the Forbes list. He was so talented that even Abram, who was still in his prime, willingly retired and handed both the family affairs and the company to him.
From day one, Jude had ruled with an iron fist. He was ruthless, fast, and decisive. His reputation alone made people tremble. In Cetherland’s business world, there was a saying: “There’s only one rule in this game: never offend Jude Bell! Even if you can’t partner with DY Group, you must never be their enemy.” Once Jude locked onto someone, it was a fight to the death. No one dared to mess with mad dogs, especially one that was smart enough to aim for the vital spot. Once, there was a tycoon from Melville who tried to fight DY Group for a multi-billion landmark project and resorted to every dirty trick. Jude dismantled them one by one until the man went insane and jumped off a building. In the end, DY scooped up his company and grew even stronger. Such moves terrified everyone.
With all these titles, it was no wonder he stood out so much, not to mention his looks. He was nearly 6 foot 3, with a jawline so sharp it looked like a masterpiece itself. A custom black suit framed his long and lean body like that of a supermodel – flawless from head to toe. His lips were cold and sensual. His dark eyes were as deep as the universe, stealing souls with a glance. He had the natural aura of a king. Even wealthy ladies found their hearts pounding and blushed like they were girls again, as if seeing their first crush. He outshone the crowd. He was born for the spotlight. When he appeared, everyone else became dull and faded into the background.
Jude’s gaze swept the room. However, he didn’t see the person he was looking for. Disappointment flickered in his eyes. He pulled out his phone and texted as he walked.
“Tilda, I’m in Austin now. Where are you?”
Tilda replied quickly, “Go look around first. I’m still doing Dane’s makeup…”
Dane… A guy? Dane Kerrigan? The research team leader of the lithography machine? Jude’s jealousy surged. The air around him turned icy instantly. Those who planned to approach him immediately backed off. They couldn’t help but sigh. Out with the old, in with the new. These young folks are so intimidating, making them feel their age. Even after decades of experience, they’d still be shaken by Jude.
“Indeed, no matter what kind of event it is, once Jude appears, he will always be the spotlight.”
“Geez, sometimes I feel bad for him. He clearly doesn’t want all this attention, but his presence is too strong. Right, Alfie?”
Not getting the response she wanted, Maurice frowned and called him again, “Alfie?”
She spotted Alfie busy wandering around, recording videos and snapping pictures. Maurice couldn’t help but complain, “Seriously, Mr. Alfie? You’ve been to events like this dozens of times. Why are you still acting like some country bumpkin, even taking pictures? How tacky can you get? You’re seriously getting more childish!”