Chapter 269: A Shy Blush
Diana dashed through the corridor toward the elevator, only to be stopped by security guards stationed at the entrance. Annoyed, she turned back, muttering, “These VIPs think they’re above everyone else!” She then made her way to the restroom.
By some twist of fate, as she wandered back along the corridor, she stumbled upon a man she admired. He was on a call with his back to her, but his perfectly tailored suit accentuated his tall, dignified presence, exuding effortless elegance with every move. His reflection shimmered on the glass wall of the corridor. The lighting highlighted his sharp features—a distant gaze, a refined nose, and a faint smile that hinted at something deeper.
Diana caught sight of his face and felt an odd sense of recognition, though she couldn’t place where she might have seen him. Was it possibly in a dream?
Exiting the restroom, Vivienne spotted Diana, clad in a black lace gown, gazing dreamily at Derek. At the sound of Vivienne’s approach, Derek turned leisurely, his eyes naturally finding Vivienne. Diana, mistakenly thinking she had caught Derek’s attention, felt a flutter in her chest and a blush tint her cheeks as she timidly said, “Sir…”
Vivienne watched with a slight, sarcastic smile, standing calmly with her arms folded. She chose not to approach immediately but instead watched the unfolding scene with folded arms. Meeting Derek’s gaze, Vivienne arched her eyebrows slightly, signaling a challenge with her eyes—a chance for him to show himself.
Despite the situation, Derek’s expression softened noticeably when he looked at Vivienne, showing a gentle fondness and warmth. “Sir?” It dawned on Diana that the man’s attention was directed not at her but at someone behind her. As she followed his gaze, her eyes landed on Vivienne, and her demeanor immediately shifted to one of hostility. “Vivienne, what brings you here?”
To be fair, Vivienne’s simple white suit, with its high-waisted design, highlighted her elegant proportions and accentuated her innate coolness, outshining Diana’s more provocative attire. The overhead lights cast a glow on Vivienne’s unblemished face, where her red lips and dark hair only amplified her striking appearance. Meanwhile, Diana’s meticulously styled facade came across as overly contrived and somewhat tasteless.
Diana’s eyes flickered toward Derek, catching him watching Vivienne with unwavering attention. Jealousy flared up inside her, feeling as though someone was laying claim to something precious to her. Her first impulse was to position herself protectively in front of Derek. However, Derek, standing right behind her, said, “I have a clear view, thanks.”
Ignoring Diana, he stepped forward to close the distance to Vivienne. Diana, confused, tried to grasp the meaning behind his words. It was then that she overheard Vivienne’s retort. “He’s saying he’s not blind and you’re not the one he sees.”
Stunned into silence, Diana’s face turned a shade of deep red as she glared at Vivienne. At that moment, an employee came over, carrying a transparent glass box that displayed the tiara recently auctioned for a hundred billion.
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