Corinne's eyes practically sparkled with excitement.
While she hadn't been born into old money, decades of navigating the vicious socialite circles had taught her exactly how to manipulate optics and leverage power.
"Yes! A 30th-anniversary gala! That commands respect and sounds incredibly prestigious."
Corinne could barely contain her enthusiasm.
"I am one hundred percent behind this! You focus on running the business. Leave the event planning, the guest list, and the media strategy entirely to me!"
"We're going to use this gala to shut down every single person who dared to laugh at the Flynn family. We're going to show the entire elite circle of Bay City that we aren't just surviving—our empire is expanding!"
Catching her mother's infectious energy, Melanie quickly chimed in.
"Mom's right. The three of us will clear our schedules and back you up entirely. We'll make sure this is the social event of the year. And don't worry about Irene—we'll keep a close eye on her and make sure she doesn't try to pull any stunts behind the scenes."
Clarissa nodded firmly. "Absolutely. I'll personally start reaching out to all of our major clients and partners. Getting them in the room will immediately kill any lingering doubts about our stability."
Even the usually quiet Catherine smiled and nodded. "I'll help wherever I can."
A satisfied smile touched the corner of Yardley's mouth. He nodded appreciatively, his eyes dark and focused.
"Thank you. I'm counting on you."
"This event needs to be the absolute pinnacle of luxury. We're going to wash away the recent embarrassments and silence anyone who thinks Flynn Group is on the decline."
"But aside from the PR boost, there's another, much more important goal here..."


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