Coincidentally, a mysterious person had sent her clothes, and she had deliberately chosen the most understated one.
While it was true that it had no brand label, the tailoring and craftsmanship were absolutely first-class, comparable to haute couture.
Melanie knew at a glance that it was definitely not the cheap knock-off Evelyn claimed it was.
But the Hale family were snobs who only recognized clothes by their brand.
As far as Melanie was concerned, she was comfortable in her clothes, and that was all that mattered. She wasn't trying to please the Hale family.
As for Dominic feeling embarrassed…
What did that have to do with her?
It wouldn't be long before Dominic was her ex-husband anyway.
***
Directly opposite, in the Marquette Grand Hall, Gabriel was craning his neck to look over at the Aureline Grand Hall.
The two halls faced each other, with an open entrance between them, and he spotted Melanie at once.
She was so beautiful that she stood out in the crowd.
Gabriel's frown deepened as he looked. He pulled out his phone and sent a text:
[Bro, I see Ms. Royce. Looks like someone's giving her a hard time.]
***
At the Darsenia Silver Lantern Grand.
The pharmaceutical magnates were laughing and chatting at the dinner table.
Suddenly, they all fell silent.
They saw Preston, seated at the head of the table, pick up his phone, then put it down, his stone-cold expression darkening with a terrifying flash of anger.
In that instant, their hearts sank.
The deal was off!
***
Inside the Aureline Grand Hall.
Melanie was about to leave early, but a group of people approaching her made her stop in her tracks.
"Look, it's Mr. Whitmore…"
"Gabriel, the Vice President of Stellaris PharmaTech… What is he doing here?"
Several of the Hale family elders noticed Gabriel heading their way through the ballroom entrance, flanked by bodyguards.


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