Chapter 118

“That’s it. I’m coming for you!” she fumed, bristling like a cat whose tail had just been stepped on, her eyes blazing with fury.

Winifred sneered. “You idiot,” then walked away without a second glance.

Claire grabbed Amber around the waist, holding her back so she wouldn’t lose her cool.

“Amber, Amber, just hear me out. We’re here to eat—let’s just get some food first, alright? That’s what we came for!” Claire urged.

As night fell, Sienna led Vivian into the venue. Vivian’s makeup and outfit were simple yet refined, but nothing could hide her pure, almost ethereal vibe. The soft white dress made her look even more stunning–she was totally the classic dream girl, the kind everyone secretly crushes on.

This wasn’t Vivian’s first business event–she’d tagged along with Anya plenty of times before. But tonight, an unfamiliar anxiety twisted in her gut. “What if I say something stupid and humiliate Sienna in front of all these people?”

Certain things had burrowed deep into her marrow over the years–the insecurity, the hesitation–and no amount of scraping seemed able to dig them out. The moment anxiety took hold, those familiar shadows came slithering back.

Sienna, on the other hand, was absolutely dazzling–a legend who’d single-handedly changed the game and become the center of the entire business world. Tonight, every big shot in the room was just waiting for her to arrive, hoping to catch even a glimpse, curry a little favor, and maybe snag a chance to work with her.

After all, Hart Corporation was on a meteoric rise, and anyone with half a brain could see its future was not to be underestimated.

But Vivian? She was just a lowly director, barely worth mentioning.

“Why are you zoning out?” Sienna walked over to her, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

Sienna stood resplendent in a gown–a breathtaking fusion of gold and black that accentuated every curve, heightening her natural sensuality. She exuded the aura of a queen–lofty, commanding, and utterly untouchable, as if she ruled over everyone in the room.

With her icy elegance and regal bearing, she had the unique charm of a classical beauty. Even without a trace of makeup, she effortlessly outshone every woman there, no matter how much effort they’d put into their looks.

Her elegantly arched brows framed piercing eyes, while her striking beauty carried an almost mythical quality. Every gesture she made flowed with effortless grace, as if she’d been born with an innate sense of poise.

When her name reappeared in the public eye, people simply couldn’t connect her to the girl once hailed as Vallaris’s number one heiress–the one everyone thought had died years ago.

But seeing her tonight? She was absolutely breathtaking–beyond anyone’s wildest imagination.

She was even more stunning and formidable than she’d been a decade ago.

The moment she appeared, the whole room was itching to get close, but at the same time, everyone was left reeling in shock.

Standing in the crowd, Wayne was just like everyone else; his eyes never left her for a second. But unlike the others, his gaze burned with a fierce longing and deep affection.

“She’s alive!” he thought, shock and disbelief flooding his mind.

His heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest; he was completely overwhelmed and couldn’t calm down.

He started to walk over, but someone blocked his path. “Mr. Sinclair, watch it! You almost stepped on me!”

Miles gave him a cold look.

Wayne cleared his throat, his custom-tailored black suit radiating a mature, magnetic charm–smooth and intoxicating.

With his striking, debonair looks, he was the very picture of refined masculinity and noble elegance.

Standing beside Miles, Wayne was every bit his equal, though there was a sharp, spirited edge in his gaze that set him apart.

Miles glanced at him, thinking, “We’re both getting up there in years, but look at him–dressed up like some hotshot. Who’s he trying to impress with that flashy getup, anyway!”

“Sorry about that, Mr. Quinn–I’m in a hurry to meet someone,” Wayne said. Miles stepped aside and fixed his eyes on Wayne’s retreating figure. Though Wayne tried to keep his pace calm, there was an unmistakable urgency in his steps.

He was making a beeline straight for Sienna.

Miles lowered his head, absentmindedly checking the time, a trace of impatience flickering between his brows.