CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 354

Chapter 354: Chapter 354 Life Opportunities

Serena’s POV

My eyes scanned the revised Fashion Week proposal Sally had just dropped on my desk. A quiet triumph settled in my chest. Finalizing the meeting with Mr. Alvin had been a game-changer – co-hosting, not just participating. This was Elegant Realm’s moment, our chance to finally roar.

Just as I was scribbling final notes, my phone buzzed. Sally’s name flashed across the screen.

"Hey, what’s up?" I answered, tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder, my pen still dancing across the page. Multitasking was practically my middle name these days.

"Serena, I just got some... interesting news." Her voice held a strange tension, something that made my pen freeze mid-stroke.

"What kind of news?" A tiny knot of unease began to form in my stomach.

"You know how Mr. Alvin mentioned multiple sponsors for the event?" Sally paused, a heavy beat of hesitation. "Well, I just found out who one of the major sponsors is."

My stomach clenched. "Don’t tell me—"

"Blackwood Industries," she confirmed, her voice barely a whisper, as if speaking the name too loudly would conjure him. "Ryan Blackwood will be personally involved in the planning meetings."

My pen clattered to the desk, leaving an ugly, black streak across my meticulously annotated page. "You’ve got to be kidding me."

But Sally wasn’t in the mood for jokes, and neither was I. I let out a long, slow sigh. "Get me a meeting with Mr. Alvin. This afternoon. As soon as humanly possible."

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Mr. Alvin had just finished his casual rundown of Ryan’s "unexpected involvement," and my brain was still reeling, trying to process the sheer audacity of it all.

Mr. Alvin stirred his espresso, oblivious or uncaring of the earthquake he’d just caused. "Frankly, Mrs. Lancaster, this is fantastic news for us. Blackwood’s investment means we can be far more ambitious with our plans."

I plastered on a smile that felt brittle. "Yes, of course. That’s... truly wonderful." Wonderful for him, maybe. A nightmare for me.

"Oh, and he confirmed his attendance at the pre-Fashion Week gala," Mr. Alvin added, his eyes too sharp, watching my reaction a little too closely. "When I mentioned you’d be there, he seemed quite interested."

Fantastic. Just utterly, spectacularly fantastic. The gala. My gala. It was supposed to be my moment to shine as co-organizer, to showcase Elegant Realm, to prove I’d not only rebuilt but soared. Now, it would inevitably turn into another Ryan Blackwood spectacle. I could already picture the damning gossip columns, focusing on his brooding presence, on us, rather than my hard-won achievement.

"Well, I certainly appreciate the additional support for the event," I said diplomatically, though my knuckles were white, clutching the mug like a lifeline.

Back in the office, a strange haze still clung to me. The team buzzed with focused energy, everyone deeply immersed in their tasks. I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to knead away the relentless tension that had taken root there.

Sally approached, a stack of sketches in hand. "Serena, should we assign this batch to Vivi? We’re stretched thin with all these orders, and the deadline for the preliminary designs is looming."

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