Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 290

Her minimalist diamond accessories caught the chandeliers' light with every movement, elevating her look to something distinctly regal.

Both women were impeccably styled from head to toe, striking a perfect balance of striking beauty and refined taste.

It was undeniable—good genes ran deep in this family.

Julius guided Stella forward to officially bridge the gap.

"Grandma, Aunt Yvette. It's good to see you. I want to introduce you to someone. This is my wife, Stella."

Stella offered a warm, polite smile. "It's so wonderful to finally meet you both."

It had been ages since the grandmother had seen her eldest grandson, and hearing that he had quietly locked down a wife filled her with immense relief. She immediately took Stella's hands. "Oh, this is wonderful. Our Julius finally settled down."

She studied the girl's luminous complexion and striking features. No wonder her notoriously picky grandson had fallen for her.

Julius was impossible to please. She had spent years agonizing over his love life, throwing countless elite heiresses his way, but he had remained entirely impenetrable.

With Julius's parents constantly traveling the globe for highly classified work—often missing the holidays entirely—she felt incredibly responsible for ensuring the boys found happiness.

Now that her eldest was happily off the market, a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.

As for Jason, she wasn't worried in the slightest. The boy was a silver-tongued devil; he'd charm a wife into his arms whenever he felt like it.

Ironically, her biggest headache was her own daughter standing beside her. Yvette was pushing forty and still violently opposed to the concept of marriage, aggressively championing the single life. It drove her mother insane.

Oblivious to her mother's internal grievances, Aunt Yvette suddenly reached out, pulling Stella right out of Julius's grip. "Julius, be a dear and escort your grandmother to her seat. I'm stealing your gorgeous wife for a minute."

"Aunt Yvette! Look at you. Tonight's Grandpa's big night, but guess what? I didn't just bring him a gift. I secured that exclusive limited-edition piece you've been obsessing over. See? I'm your favorite nephew for a reason."

Hooking his arm through hers, he physically began towing her away. "By the way, that dress is lethal, but it looks impossible to walk in. Let me escort you. I left the box over by the champagne tower. Come on, you're going to lose your mind when you see it."

He called it an 'escort,' but he was essentially bulldozing her across the room.

"Hey! Wait a second, you little brat, I'm not done—"

"Seriously, Aunt Yvette, Uncle Timothy already has his eye on it. If you don't grab it right now, he's going to steal it!" Jason pressed, picking up the pace.

That instantly triggered her competitive streak. "Excuse me? Timothy Vaughn thinks he can poach my gift? Over my dead body. Move, Jason, let's go!" She stopped resisting and practically dragged Jason toward the bar.

Just like that, the eccentric aunt was successfully neutralized, and Stella was finally released from captivity.