Reborn Second Chance With The Scheming Tycoon novel Chapter 12

Damien Taylor approached Amelia and extended a hand. “I believe this is yours.” In it was her forgotten invitation.

“Thank you,” Amelia said, accepting it, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. She hadn’t expected him to be so observant.

He didn’t linger. Seemingly aware she wouldn’t want their connection made public, he simply turned and disappeared into the main hall without another word.

“Wait… was that Damien Taylor?” Chloe Hughes stammered, staring after him, utterly dumbfounded.

“It certainly was,” Sabrina Johnson replied, her voice tight. Even someone of her status had only seen the elusive billionaire in person once before.

Ethan Collins looked equally shocked. “Indeed. He rarely makes appearances at these kinds of events.”

Judging by Amelia’s clueless reaction, she clearly didn’t know him. Emboldened, Chloe snatched the invitation back from Amelia’s hand. “This has to be a fake. I’m impressed-you came prepared to crash, didn’t you?”

Amelia didn’t bother with anger. She merely shot Chloe a cool, dismissive glance and walked past her into the banquet hall without a word.

Flustered, Chloe whirled to a nearby staff member. “She’s crashing! Aren’t you going to stop her?”

The staff member remained impassive. “The invitation was vouched for by Mr. Taylor himself. We have no grounds to refuse entry.” Interfere?, he thought, That’s a quick way to get fired.

“Let it go, let’s just go in,” Sabrina said, maintaining a calm exterior despite the fury simmering inside. Her plan to humiliate Amelia had backfired spectacularly, all because Damien Taylor had inexplicably stepped in. No matter. Sabrina was convinced Amelia’s ignorance would lead to a blunder sooner or later.

“Ethan,” Sabrina said softly, tugging his sleeve, “with so many important people here tonight… you know how Amelia was raised in the countryside. I’m worried she’ll do something foolish again. Perhaps you could persuade her to leave?”

Ethan nodded; the thought had already occurred to him. Amelia was a liability. Any misstep would reflect poorly on both the Johnson and Collins families.

Meanwhile, Amelia had found a quiet corner and was contentedly enjoying a slice of tiramisu when a familiar, condescending voice interrupted her.

“Amelia,” Ethan said, now standing over her. “Come on. I’ll have my driver take you home.”

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