Chapter 168

Benjamin leaned forward, his protective nature evident. “She’s my only granddaughter, and I must choose carefully. Her future isn’t something to be decided lightly.”

“Indeed,” Wesley acknowledged, stroking his chin. “Though with Vivienne’s prestigious background, our search in Lyhaton may prove more complex than anticipated.”

A wave of discomfort washed over Vivienne. Her unease deepened when Benjamin turned to Wesley, his eyes gleaming with purpose. “Do you have any promising candidates in mind?”

The two men exchanged knowing looks, years of friendship facilitating wordless communication. “As a matter of fact,” Wesley began, “I believe I do.”

Before he could elaborate, his butler burst in, his face flushed with urgency. He whispered something crucial in Wesley’s ear.

Wesley’s composure vanished, replaced by alertness. “Are you certain of what you saw?”

The butler’s grave expression left no room for doubt. “Without question, sir!”

Rising swiftly, Wesley adjusted his clothing. “Bring him in at once!”

As Wesley took his first step, footsteps resounded through the entrance hall. The assembled guests turned, drawn by the commanding presence approaching.

A striking figure emerged, his black suit impeccably tailored to his tall, athletic frame. His appearance spoke of innate nobility and authority. Sculpted features held a touch of distance, thin lips pressed together in contemplation. Dark eyes, bottomless as midnight waters, held an air of captivating mystery. Light from the crystal chandelier caught his sharp features, highlighting an undeniable power.

He moved purposefully toward the gathering, his gaze unerringly finding Vivienne. Though his eyes lingered briefly, a slight curve of his lips suggested private amusement. Derek’s arrival transformed the spacious hall, charging it with tension.

Whispers rippled through the crowd. “Who could he be?” “I’ve never seen him before, but look how Mr. Vaughn rushed to greet him!” “Could this be the distinguished guest Mr. Vaughn mentioned earlier?”

Common knowledge held that the Vaughn family’s considerable influence in Lyhaton paled beside the Sinclair dynasty. Their position among Lyhaton’s elite four families stemmed from their connection to a more powerful branch of Vaughns. Rumors suggested this hidden faction wielded true authority, making even Wesley seem modest by comparison.

Wesley hurried forward to welcome Derek. Five years had refined Derek’s composure, yet his quiet authority filled the room. Despite his advanced years, Wesley displayed unprecedented deference.

“Mr. Vaughn,” Derek’s rich, measured voice filled the silence. “I hope my unexpected arrival hasn’t caused any disruption.”

His words hung in the air, drawing every listener into an unconscious state of alertness. Wesley nearly stumbled over his response, clearly honored. “Mr. Hopkins, your presence elevates our gathering immeasurably.”

The excessive courtesy raised eyebrows throughout the room. Given the Vaughn family’s respected position, Wesley’s deference seemed extraordinary.

“This way, Mr. Hopkins.” Wesley personally guided Derek to the most prestigious seat, his manner that of an attendant to royalty.