The elites in the ballroom watched the scene, their hearts pounding in their chests.
They suddenly realized a profound truth.
The alliance between the Lancaster and Blackwood families wasn't a simple arranged marriage. It definitely wasn't the Blackwoods unilaterally elevating Serena Lancaster.
These two had been standing on the same side all along.
The so-called "Provisional Fiancé" title was merely flirtatious banter between lovers.
Vaelion City's wealthiest, the Lancaster family, and the immensely powerful Blackwood family were now thoroughly bound together.
Once these two titans officially joined forces, who in the entire city would dare challenge them?
What was more...
The newly returned Lancaster Heiress wasn't the discarded fake heiress from the Wynn family they had all assumed she was.
She was someone who could make industry giants bow their heads.
She was the one who could single-handedly crush the Sinclair family.
She was the woman Nicholas Blackwood willingly knelt before, begging for an official title.
From this night forward, who would ever dare look down on Serena Lancaster again?
Who would ever dare cross her?
The kiss ended.
Serena straightened up.
Nicholas remained on one knee, gazing up at her. His striking eyes were dazzlingly bright, swimming with a galaxy of shattered starlight. He looked as though he were floating on air.
Serena arched an eyebrow at his expression. "Get up."
Only then did Nicholas slowly rise to his feet.
But he didn't let go of her hand.
Their fingers remained tightly interlaced.
He held on with a desperate grip, as if terrified she might instantly revoke the title she had just granted him.
No one knew who reacted first.
A single clap rang out.
Then, thunderous applause erupted throughout the entire banquet hall.
"Congratulations, Miss Lancaster!"
"Congratulations, Mr. Blackwood!"


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