Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 96

The dress was designed to perfectly accentuate her slender yet shapely figure.

Her makeup was exquisite yet understated, highlighting the unique, cool intelligence in her eyes to absolute perfection.

She was like a star that had lain dormant for too long, finally bursting forth with its most dazzling light.

Damien leaned against the door, watching her, his eyes swirling with a mixture of awe and possessiveness that he made no attempt to hide.

He walked over, took her hand, and pressed a gentle kiss to its back.

"My scientist," he said, "you are beautiful tonight."

Grace’s cheeks grew warm.

***

The banquet was held at the Jarrow City National Convention Center.

The moment Damien helped Grace out of the car, they were instantly swarmed by the flash of media cameras.

"My God! Who is that woman with Mr. Clarke? She's stunning!"

"I've never seen her before. Is she the daughter of some new money family?"

"Her aura is incredible—so cool and elegant. She's almost otherworldly!"

Grace, unaccustomed to such a spectacle, instinctively shrank behind Damien.

Damien squeezed her hand and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid. Head up, shoulders back. You're the main event here."

She took a deep breath and lifted her chin.

The banquet hall was a blur of elegant gowns and clinking glasses.

The instant they entered, they became the center of attention.

Damien, the most enigmatic heir of Jarrow City's elite, never brought a female companion to any event.

Yet tonight, he was holding a strange woman's hand with such gravity.

Everyone's gaze was filled with curiosity and speculation.

Could this be the rumored "Mrs. Clarke" from the internet gossip a while back?

That curiosity reached its peak when they spotted the Hart family, also in attendance, not far away.

Mr. Hart was holding a glass of wine, a strained smile on his face as he tried to chat up a bloated investor, desperate to salvage the Hart Group's precarious financial situation.

The unique aura of a researcher standing at the pinnacle of her industry, holding core technology in her hands.

He glanced over at Lilian, who was next to Sabrina, craning her neck to look around.

One was a national asset with a limitless future.

The other was a clingy parasite who only knew how to rely on men, her mind filled with petty schemes.

The comparison was devastating.

Cassian's face instantly turned grim.

But no one was more shaken than Lilian.

She stared at the brilliant Grace on the stage, at the haute couture gown she herself couldn't even get on a waiting list for.

She looked at the man by Grace's side—the man who had treated her with disdain but now doted on Grace with such care.

Why!

Why did that bitch Grace get everything!

All of this should have been hers!