She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 91

The black Bentley cruised down the tree-lined boulevard for about forty minutes before the legendary Caulfield Manor revealed its silhouette in the twilight glow.

It was a centuries-old aristocratic estate, featuring classic English architecture, a moat, towering spires, wrought-iron gates, and sprawling royal gardens.

Inside the banquet hall, gilded chandeliers flickered over a sea of designer gowns and tailored suits, the gala brimming with the hidden romance of the upper echelon.

Mr. Pierce's assistant had personally come out to welcome Miles York and his entourage into the estate's gala.

Miles wore a sharply tailored custom black suit that highlighted his extraordinary presence and innate nobility.

His striking features were set in a somber, composed expression, his profile sharp and commanding.

The moment he appeared, he carried an air of effortless dominance, exuding the natural arrogance of someone accustomed to power.

Mr. Pierce and his wife came forward to greet him. "Cedric, welcome."

Cedric was the name he used in international circles, a name that inherently commanded respect and carried an intimidating aura.

The attention of the entire room gravitated toward him, with people stepping aside and eager to curry favor.

Across the crowded room, Quinn Avery glanced in his direction, her gaze lingering on him for only a brief, emotionless second.

Having learned from Mr. Sinclair that he would be attending tonight, she had already mentally prepared herself.

She knew the guests here were European elites; ordinary people couldn't buy their way in, no matter how much money they had.

It was only thanks to Mr. Sinclair that she had the privilege of stepping foot inside tonight.

A few executives from multinational conglomerates chuckled, remarking in English:

"I heard Mr. York takes this lovely confidante with him everywhere. I wonder what the beautiful lady's name is?"

"It would be an honor to share a dance with her."

Everyone's eyes fell on the woman beside him, Jade Winter, who was dressed in a stunning champagne haute couture gown.

Her makeup was flawless and seductive, her curves stunning as she laughed gracefully, playing the part of Miles's intimate companion to perfection.

As she mingled among the socialites, she drew plenty of admiring glances.

"Mr. Sinclair, Mr. York is here."

"Yes, I saw. I'll go say hello in a bit."

Under the dazzling lights of the banquet hall, Miles carried the steady, imposing presence of a business titan, every movement radiating top-tier authority.

His expression remained distant and profound as he conversed with the guests who came up to greet him.

Quinn calmly looked away and told Eleanor she wanted to step outside for some fresh air.

It was as if they were thinking: This woman is a thousand times more stunning than the one standing next to Mr. York in the hall.

With such a radiant complexion, why would she hide behind a mask?

Did she just want to avoid attention?

Of course, these whispers never reached Quinn's ears as she sent a text message to Yara Chase.

Miles stepped outside to take a call. Richard York was asking how the negotiations with the Ryan Group were going.

Suddenly, he caught sight of a familiar profile out of the corner of his eye. Quinn?

What was she doing here?

Was that really her back at the hotel?

"Miles?"

Noticing his silence, Richard frowned and asked.

"Dad, I... I'm a bit tied up right now. I'll call you back shortly."

Miles hung up the phone and strode in her direction, weaving through the mingling crowd.