Boss, Your Wife Signed the Divorce Agreement Before the Wedding novel Chapter 563

Seeing this, Evelyn's brow furrowed tightly.

She found Seraphina's behavior highly inappropriate.

Raelynn was forced to take a step back.

She knew perfectly well Seraphina had done it on purpose.

But she couldn't be bothered to argue over something so petty.

Without sparing the two another glance, she walked straight in and gave Evelyn a polite nod. "Chairwoman, I apologize for being late."

Evelyn waved it off. "You're not late at all. Have a seat."

Raelynn looked around the room.

She made eye contact with the unfamiliar wealthy woman.

The woman offered her a soft, gentle smile in greeting.

Raelynn paused, instantly realizing who the woman was.

She didn't act overly warm, simply returning a polite, measured nod.

Quentin Yves also glanced at Raelynn. For some reason, his gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds longer than necessary.

Raelynn didn't notice. She found a seat toward the outer edge, acting as the perfect 'outsider.' The massive round table could fit over twenty people, allowing the different 'factions' to naturally separate themselves.

She chose the safest, least conspicuous spot possible.

Exactly three seats away from Julian.

Meanwhile.

Sebastian slowly lowered his eyes to where Seraphina was clinging to his arm. "Take your seat first."

Seraphina immediately pointed toward where she and Blanche had been sitting. "Then come sit with me..."

"Today's focus is the engagement between the Yves and the Hudsons," Sebastian stated coldly.

The underlying message hit Seraphina instantly.

This was not the time or place for her and Sebastian to flaunt their high-profile romance.

Business came first.

Reluctantly, she let go of him.

Sebastian walked over to greet Evelyn.

He then offered a nod to Quentin and Sylvia Dalton beside her.

Evelyn's feelings toward Sebastian were complicated. She knew he was a rare prodigy in his generation, possessing skills and ruthlessness that rivaled, if not surpassed, the older elite. He carried himself with an unflappable, composed demeanor.

But unfortunately...

When it came to matters of the heart, he was entirely faithless!

Cordelia was acting as the representative for the Hudson family.

The moment she walked in, she spotted Raelynn. She cast a brief glance at Sebastian sitting beside her, but still offered Raelynn a warm, beaming wave.

Ian's gaze swept over the table.

He paused for only a fraction of a second.

Quentin, who hadn't spoken yet, stood up and gestured politely. "Mrs. Hudson, Mr. Hudson, please take a seat."

The seats Quentin pointed to were right next to Seraphina's section.

And quite far from Raelynn.

Cordelia understood they were here for serious business today, so she didn't make a fuss, pulling Ian over to sit down.

The massive round table was now divided into four distinct sections, with four separate groups seated.

Sylvia was the first to speak, her voice gentle and melodic. "Although the DNA test hasn't been completed yet, Blanche, we did know each other back then. If you truly helped raise a child of the Yves family, you are, in many ways, a benefactor to us."

Blanche looked at her, a stiff smile forcing its way onto her lips as she gave a mandatory response. "It was nothing."

She paused.

She then looked at Quentin, unable to stop the corner of her mouth from lifting. "Mr. Yves. It's been a long time."

Quentin barely remembered Blanche and gave a simple nod.