Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 372

At seven o'clock, the banquet hall was brilliantly lit, filled with beautiful people, laughter, and the rich scent of alcohol.

Guests navigated the glittering social battleground dressed in sharp suits or dripping in jewels.

The Goldbay officials who had been utterly unrestrained in the private suite earlier were now completely different people. Dressed in conservative, serious formal wear, every gesture they made was calculated and rigid.

Eleanor's acting was flawless. Whenever someone approached to offer a toast, she clinked glasses with plain water, putting on an approachable facade and claiming she couldn't handle alcohol.

Victoria sat in an exclusive VIP room, backed by a massive wall of monitors. Every word and action of everyone in the hall was under her surveillance.

"Has Father Lawrence arrived?"

She held a glass of champagne, her eyes sweeping over every detail on the screens with a look of deep satisfaction.

Her assistant immediately checked his phone. "Father Lawrence reached the hotel half an hour ago. His aide said he had a congregation meeting before the gala and might be thirty minutes late."

A congregation meeting in a hotel?

Truly hands-on guidance.

Victoria scoffed, swirling her champagne. "What about Mr. Beaufort?"

"Mr. Beaufort is ready and will attend on time."

Victoria's fingers paused, the light in her eyes darkening. "And that bastard? Where is he?"

The assistant's expression shifted slightly. "I confirmed with Mr. Cyril five minutes ago. He should be arriving shortly."

Hearing this, Victoria shot the assistant a meaningful look. "Is everything ready?"

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