Quentin was undeniably magnetic, possessing a dominant, king-like aura.
Yet Madeline didn't fade into the background; her breathtaking beauty demanded attention, shining just as brightly as the billionaire beside her.
Even his overwhelming presence couldn't eclipse her.
The ballroom erupted into a frenzy of whispers.
"Who is she?"
Someone quickly caught on.
"That's Quentin's woman!"
"No wonder she's with him—she's absolutely gorgeous."
"It makes sense now. When Mr. Prescott built this estate, he said it was for the lady of the house.
She must be the most beautiful rose in his garden, which explains why he planted over a thousand varieties just for her; the man has incredible taste."
Amidst the endless praise.
Sheri felt like she had been struck by lightning, nearly collapsing on the spot.
"Lily..." she gasped in agony. "Am I seeing things? Quentin... Quentin has a woman?"
The shock was so intense she squeezed her eyes shut, but Liliana saw everything perfectly, her jaw clenching so hard her teeth ached.
Lucius's expression plunged into absolute darkness.
"Madeline... that's Madeline!"
Someone in the crowd finally recognized her.
She thought she had won and crushed her rival, but she was completely wrong.
Madeline had soared even higher, leaving the Whitmans in the dust to claim the ultimate prize.
Consuming hatred boiled in Liliana's veins, and she clutched her phone, her face twisting into a demonic sneer as she realized she had to destroy Madeline.
She had to drag her down from that pedestal before her power became absolute, so she slipped away from the crowd and vanished toward the exit.
She left a trembling Sheri behind.
Lucius couldn't take his eyes off Madeline.
"Maddy..." A suffocating wave of emotion hit him, and tears blurred his vision.
He hadn't seen her in so long, and her beauty was more devastating than he remembered.

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