Shadows Between Us (Stella and Sebastian) novel Chapter 305

Chapter 305

Chapter 305

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At the Gray Manor, the air in the master bedroom’s walk–in closet was thick with a sultry, ambiguous tension.

Lillian slapped Conrad’s hand away, which only made him grin mischievously. He said, “Weren’t you pretending not to know me? So, tell me, who’s better in bed, your husband or me?

His tone was shameless, and then, as if a thought struck him, hedded, “Ryan’s five this year. If you do the math, could he actually be my son?”

Lillian’s expression turned icy as she straightened her dress. “Get out.”

She stood in front of the mirror, her hand trembling as she applied lipstick, letting Conrad play with the thin strap of her dress.

“Conrad, don’t push your luck,” Lillian warned coldly.

Conrad snorted with utter disdain.

Downstairs, Carlos looked overjoyed. Today was a huge day for the Gray family, and he was out to prove to everyone that even without Sebastian, the Gray family would still stand proud and shine.

The door was pushed open from the outside.

Sophia walked in, her expression stormy. “Why am I not allowed to attend the press conference today?”

She’d waited her whole life for the chance to finally appear as the rightful one, only to be told by Carlos she wasn’t allowed.

‘So, what have I been fighting for all these years?‘ Sophia thought bitterly. ‘I totally get nothing.

Carlos frowned at Sophia, eyeing the bandages on her face. “You can’t go out there looking like this.”

Sophia gave a cold laugh. “Richard can show up in a wheelchair with a broken leg, but I can’t just because my face is ruined?”

Carlos shot back, “How is that even the same thing?”

Why is she being so unreasonable now?‘ he thought.

“Carlos, don’t try to pull any tricks on me,” Sophia snapped, shedding her usual sweet facade and letting her real self show. “Today, I want you to admit who I am in front of all those VIPS. you don’t, you’ll pay for it!”

With that, Sophia spun on her heel and stormed out.

In the bedroom, Sophia sat at the mirror, expressionless, and ripped off the bandage.

A scabbed scar stretched from her right brow to the left corner of her mouth.

Her once–proud, ageless beauty was ruined.

The expensive special effects makeup artist stood quietly by, afraid to speak.

“Put on the makeup,” Sophia ordered, fixing the makeup artist with a cold stare in the mirror. “Cover the scar. You heard me, right?”

The makeup artist hesitated, looking uneasy. “But if you put makeup on that wound-” She knew that wearing makeup all day could easily make the fresh scab fester. That would destroy her face for good.

Sophia snapped, “That’s not your concern!”

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Sophia thought, “Today is my moment. I’m going to show off, bold and unashamed, right in front of Annette. As for everything else, none of them mattered.’

Two hours later, Conrad’s team was holding the press conference at Gray Group, and media from all over Clusia swarmed in.

Because the topic was chip security, Haliville was sealed off from midnight, entry only, no exit allowed, and security was fully handed over to the military.

A black Maybach slowly pulled away from Sandridge Island.

Inside the car, Annette said, “Are those people from Jaffina coming too?”

Today, she wore a DenimKraft couture black dress that had never been released to the public, her grey hair elegantly pinned up, and a simple emerald pendant that spoke of years of refined beauty.

At this moment, Annette was pouting like a child, clearly frustrated. “Ugh, this is such a pain.”

She’d already done her best to steer clear of those Jaffina folks or the death anniversary.

Stella lounged next to Sebastian, her long, tousled waves spilling down her back. She wore a plain white shirt and jeans, and the only thing on her wrist was Blackie.

Lucas reached out and poked at Blackie.

Blackie pretended not to notice it at all.

Stella rested her chin in one hand, gazing out the window as the scenery sped by. Her deep amber eyes betrayed no emotion. Her other hand came to rest on Sebastian’s, and in the next moment, he gently closed his hand around hers.

Not a word was spoken the whole way.

It was the calm before the storm.

Outside the press conference venue, authorized reporters from both home and abroad had already staked out the best

spots.

One luxury car after another lined up for security checks, while aliville’s most powerful families gathered, each considering it a badge of honor just to have an invitation to Conrad’s press conference. The place was buzzing, more electric than any holiday celebration.

Upstairs, Conrad sneered as he watched it. ‘None of these people has a clue that an international crisis is about to hit them out of nowhere,‘ Conrad thought.

As for him, he’d already set up a new identity and passport, just waiting for the right moment to grab the cash and make his

escape.

With a self–satisfied smirk, Conrad lit up a cigar.

His gaze landed on the smart robot, which was still in standby mode. He patted its shoulder. “You’d better make me proud today.” Just remembering Stella’s furious, almost tearful voice on the phone made his ego practically burst with satisfaction.

Conrad snorted to himself, “She’s still too naive.”

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Celia, dressed to the nines in a rented couture suit, rushed in. “Mr. Quinn and the others are here!”

Conrad froze. “Who did you say?”

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Celia blurted out, “Mr. Quinn!” She paused and then added, “And it’s not just him. Mr. Trent, Mr. Shea, and everyone close to Stella showed up too!”

Conrad took a drag on his cigar and grinned. “Now this is getting interesting.”

He honestly thought they wouldn’t show up, especially Victor.

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