The Flynn Group was undeniably the undisputed giant of Bay City's real estate world. Craig had previously only been a casual acquaintance of Yardley, but now, with Sylvia in the picture, the connection was solidified. Craig was eager to please.
Standing at the entrance, Sylvia maintained a flawless, aristocratic smile. She greeted everyone with perfect etiquette, radiating the elegance of a high-society heiress. The passing guests couldn't stop whispering about how she was the "long-lost jewel of the Schmidt family."
She felt a dizzying high, the lingering anger from the water incident practically melting away.
Melanie had delivered on her promise, bringing in a swarm of reporters who shoved microphones and cameras in Sylvia's face.
Standing before the flashes, she spoke eloquently about the emotional weight of reuniting with her true father, while graciously thanking her adoptive family for raising her. Her voice trembled perfectly on cue, cementing her image as the resilient, grateful princess who had weathered the storm.
Sylvia was on top of the world. All the confidence and glory she had lost felt restored in this single night.
She was still the envied, dazzling princess, and the universe was spinning exactly as it should—around her.
She closed her eyes, soaking in the intoxicating high of the moment.
But just then, a massive commotion erupted from the entrance of the banquet hall next door.
A sharp, synchronized rhythm of heavy footsteps echoed through the lobby, each thud feeling like it was stomping directly on the crowd's nerves.
Sylvia’s eyes snapped open.
Outside Scarlett's venue, a highly disciplined squad of bodyguards in crisp black suits had formed a perimeter, swiftly setting up velvet ropes.
Under their intense protection, a group of terrifyingly powerful guests made their entrance.

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