She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 399

"Rolls-Royce Phantoms! And five of them! This kind of lineup... could it be the eldest Lonsdale son himself? He was the one who spearheaded this project, after all," someone guessed, their tone dripping with awe.

"It could be the Shapiro family! The Shapiros are the developers for this project." Mabel craned her neck, her eyes practically shining. She momentarily forgot her anxiety over the invitations, utterly mesmerized by the sheer opulence.

"It is the Shapiros!" A man nearby recognized the lead Rolls-Royce and excitedly pointed it out. "That car is exclusively used by the Shapiros to welcome VIPs! I was lucky enough to see it once a long time ago. I don't know what big shot they were picking up, but they even deployed a helicopter that time!"

Hearing this, Mabel grew even more ecstatic. "It has to be Cyrilla! It's definitely Cyrilla! No one else would get this kind of VIP treatment!"

With her declaration, the parents of Marnie's classmates all buzzed with excitement. Without exception, every single one of them was a parent of the students involved in the bear attack cover-up in the woods.

The motorcade pulled to a smooth stop right in front of the venue's red carpet.

Highly trained bodyguards piled out swiftly. Moving with flawless military precision and solemn expressions, they flanked both sides, forming an invisible perimeter of absolute security.

One of the bodyguards respectfully pulled open the rear door of the middle Phantom.

Everyone's eyes locked onto the slowly opening door.

The first thing to appear was a delicate foot strapped into an exquisite silver heel, the ankle elegantly sculpted. Next, a champagne-colored hem flowed out like liquid silk as a stunningly graceful young woman dipped her head and stepped out of the car.

The evening breeze caught a few meticulously styled strands of hair by her ear, revealing a breathtaking profile and a swan-like neck. The champagne gown made her luminous skin look practically radiant. Under the venue's brilliant lights, she seemed enveloped in a soft, ethereal halo.

She stood tall, her calm gaze sweeping over the crowd. That serene composure, that innate, regal nobility, instantly overpowered everyone present.

"Hiss... so beautiful..." someone sucked in a breath.

"Which family's heiress is this? I've never seen her before!"

"That aura... is unmatched!"

Loyce paused slightly at the sudden mob. Looking at the group of people she had just had a run-in with at the hospital—especially that middle-aged woman in the hot-pink dress rushing to the front with a groveling smile—a flash of genuine surprise crossed her cool eyes. It was quickly replaced by understanding and a faint, imperceptible sense of amusement.

She had explicitly told her brother to cross these people off the list. Yet here they were. It meant they still refused to believe they had lost the shop bids, or perhaps Cyrilla had spun another lie, or maybe she had actually secured invitations through Zeke Shapiro.

Her brother clearly knew about this and had deliberately set the stage just to let her enjoy the show.

Tilting her head slightly, she merely gave them a passing glance before turning around and entering the venue through a VIP entrance, escorted by her security detail.

The exaggerated smile on Mabel's face froze instantly, her waving arms awkwardly suspended in midair.

She watched helplessly as "Cyrilla," flanked by an ironclad security detail, walked into the venue through the exclusive corridor without so much as a backward glance. It was as if they were nothing more than a swarm of annoying ants.

"What... what is up with Cyrilla? Giving us attitude like that? She didn't even say hello?" a woman in a sequin dress grumbled beside Mabel, her face burning with humiliation.