The moment Maxwell suddenly appeared in front of her, the smile on Lyra's face vanished entirely.
Maxwell, on the other hand, looked utterly mesmerized by the sight of her.
Lyra's makeup was far from her usual understated elegance; it was a striking, glamorous look with a subtle Western edge. Her black strapless gown featured an asymmetrical design that perfectly highlighted her long legs and flawlessly accentuated her stunning curves.
In all the time Maxwell had known Lyra, this was the very first time he had ever seen her look so fiercely captivating.
His heart gave an involuntary lurch, and the raw emotion on his face was impossible to hide.
"Ly..." Lyra.
He barely managed to get a single syllable out before Harrison roughly shoved him aside.
"Who do you think you are? Are you out of your mind?"
The irritation on Maxwell's face instantly dissolved the moment he realized it was Harrison.
He quickly shifted into a desperate, placating demeanor.
"Dad, you..."
"Who are you calling Dad?" Harrison snapped mercilessly. "Our Lyra has absolutely nothing to do with you anymore, so stop making everyone sick. Just being associated with you is a streak of terrible luck."
Harrison's blunt disgust was so on point that Lyra couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to loop her arm through her father's.
"Dad, let's not waste time with someone like him."
With that, she and Harrison walked away, heading straight toward the center of the crowd.
Maxwell instinctively wanted to follow, but seeing the large gathering of elites ahead, he abruptly stopped in his tracks.
He wasn't the man he used to be. He was no longer respected, and if he walked over there now, he would only make himself the punchline of a joke.
Realizing this, his courage completely evaporated.

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