Everyone turned toward the entrance.
Julian Croft stood there in a perfectly tailored black suit, his expression so dark it practically radiated frost.
He strode out of the hall, bringing a suffocatingly oppressive aura with him. He glared at Sylvia, making no effort to hide his absolute disgust.
"Sylvia. You again."
"Today is a celebration for Scarlett's daughter. What gives you the right to come in here and cause a scene?"
At the sight of Julian, Sylvia's arrogant swagger faltered. But after a few seconds of absorbing his hateful glare, her lips twisted into an ugly, mocking smirk.
"Julian. Didn't expect to see you here. You really are dedicated to this mother-daughter duo, aren't you?"
"Look at you, all dressed up. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were the baby's father. Hahaha..."
Sylvia covered her mouth, letting out a grating laugh.
Julian's face darkened even further, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists.
Just then, Gordon stepped out of the hall as well. Seeing the tension, he quickly intervened to clear the air.
"Sylvia, stop spewing nonsense. Julian and I are here to help out because we want to. It's nothing like what you're implying."
Seeing Gordon only fueled the jealous inferno raging inside Sylvia.
Growing up, she had practically shadowed Yardley. And Yardley, Julian, Gordon, and Harbour Quinn had been inseparable since they were kids.
Back then, aside from Julian's natural aloofness, Gordon and Harbour had always catered to her every whim, treating her like a fragile princess.
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