Loving The Better Brother novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113 Phenomenal

TRISTAN

The moment I stepped out into the main hall, the atmosphere hit me. The event was already alive.

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Music flowed smoothly through the space, low enough for conversation but strong enough to set the tone. Lights reflected off surfaces, catching on glass, petal, and carefully curated displays. It was exactly the atmosphere we had planned–elegant but exciting.

As people began to notice me, more and more heads turned. Conversations paused for recognition to settle in before they resumed.

“Mr. Hale.”

“Tristan.”

“Good evening.”

They approached one by one, some with familiarity, some with interest.

I nodded politely, offering small smiles, firm handshakes, maintaining my composure. Some of them had confused looks as to what I was doing in this event, especially those who knew about the history between Hale and Fiorane.

“Thank you for coming,” I said to one.

“Are you one of the organizers for the event?”

I nodded silently.

“It’s an impressive setup,” another added.

I inclined my head slightly. “We made sure of it.”

I kept moving, never staying in one place too long. The last thing I wanted was to be cornered.

I had an important role today.

My eyes scanned the room instinctively, looking for a familiar group. Near one of the more private sections, slightly away from the heavier crowd, was my family.

My grandfather sat comfortably, assisted on either side by Sara and Cara, who were whispering to each other and glancing around with clear excitement. My father stood beside them, posture relaxed but watchful

I walked over.

“Grandpa,” I greeted, bowing my head slightly out of respect.

He looked up at me, his eyes lighting up almost immediately.

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“Tristan,” he said, his voice strong despite his age.

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“I was wondering what kind of event you invited us to,” Cara said excitedly. “It’s actually a Fiorane event! Are you going to buy us their new bag?”

These two never change, do they?

I shook my head slightly, then turned to my father.

He looked at me for a second longer than usual before speaking.

“You actually managed to get invited to the Florence event?” my grandpa asked, his tone carrying a hint of surprise.

I pressed my lips together briefly. If only he knew I had managed to do even more than that.

“Is that why you decided to come when you usually don’t for these kinds of events?” I countered.

He chuckled, slapping his thigh. “You know me too well, Tristan. I can’t pass up this chance. This might open up the chance to be able to work with them.”

I smiled again and didn’t say anything. They would know later anyway.

I looked at my father once more and found him looking a bit nervous. Well, between Marcus and I, he had always preferred Marcus, so I wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t congratulating me on this.

“Enjoy the evening,” I added before stepping back.

My grandfather nodded, appearing satisfied. Sara and Cara were already whispering again. Meanwhile, my father gave me one last look before I turned away.

With that, I moved again and entertained more greetings and conversations. However, that halted when I saw them–Serena, Marcus, Kate, and Andrew were all in one place.

My eyebrows raised despite knowing this wasn’t a surprise.

Marcus stood a bit apart from the group, his eyes scanning the room, appearing to be searching for

someone.

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I knew exactly who he was trying to find.

Willow.

A small smirk formed on my lips.

Sucks for him.

Because he would not get what he wanted. Not tonight. Not ever again.

I walked toward them anyway with a composed expression.

“Good evening,” I said smoothly as I approached.

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They tuned toward me almost instantly.

Serena smiled first.

“How are you all?” I asked.

Serena glanced around briefly before returning her attention to me, her smile widening.

“Congratulations,” she said. “This party is already a success.”

I held her gaze.

“We’re looking forward to the launch of the bag,” she added.

I smiled politely, because I already knew what they had done and what they were planning.

“Thank you,” I said.

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I reached out, taking her hand briefly out of courtesy. Her fingers lingered a second longer than necessary. It was a flirtatious gesture. I felt it. With that, I immediately pulled away.

I was not playing that game.

The only game I was willing to play was with Willow, and even then, I don’t consider her a game at all.

Gosh.

I really was whipped.

The thought almost made me laugh.

Andrew stepped forward next, his expression carrying that same smugness I had seen before. He grabbed my hand, his grip firm.

“I’m looking forward to whatever you have planned,” he said.

There was something in his tone.

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