The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1400

Because Ablett was there to cover for him, Dane had been able to slip away.

"Dane!"

"Mr. Green!"

The men at the table immediately greeted him with profound respect.

Waylon was the only one staring in utter confusion.

"Mr. Green, what brings you here?" Quentin asked, much faster on the uptake.

Judging by the reverent way these powerful men addressed him, it was obvious Dane was a titan.

Dane's predatory gaze locked entirely onto Waylon. "I heard someone was making a move on my fiancée."

"Your fiancée? Who?" Waylon was still too slow to connect the dots.

But when he saw everyone staring at Claire, reality came crashing down. "Wait, you mean... Claire is your fiancée?"

The moment the overly familiar name left Waylon's lips, Dane's eyes turned lethal.

"That's right. I'm her fiancé."

Waylon had already guessed it, but hearing Dane confirm it still stung bitterly.

How could she be engaged to this guy?

Wait, so she really was taken?

He didn't know who Dane was, so he shot a confused look at his cousin.

Quentin had called him 'Mr. Green,' which meant this man held serious authority.

Waylon suddenly recalled the short list of untouchable families his father had warned him about.

One of them was the Greens.

Even though they were technically just a business family, his politician father had told him never to cross their path.

Waylon wasn't completely brainless. This man had to be the heir to that very empire.

Quentin gave his cousin a subtle shake of his head, silently warning him to back down.

That only fueled Waylon's resentment.

Why was there always someone he wasn't allowed to offend?

What was so damn special about this Green guy anyway?

"Mr. Green, my cousin and I are just here to discuss Luminate. We had no idea Claire was your fiancée."

"Please forgive our intrusion," Quentin said, smoothly apologizing on Waylon's behalf.

Waylon tried to protest, but Quentin forcefully yanked him aside.

Waylon clearly preferred hanging around Quentin anyway.

Serena couldn't stand Quentin either.

Her aunt loved leeching off their political connections, and the Dales had only risen to power by riding their family's coattails.

But looking at them now, their ambition had clearly grown out of control.

The last time her aunt visited, she had actually tried to sink her claws into Serena's father's company. She kept dropping hints that since Serena's father didn't have a son, the business shouldn't go to an 'outsider.'

So what if she was a woman?

Her family and the Vances already had a rock-solid agreement.

She would eventually take over the Vance family's operations too. Wasn't that infinitely better than handing the empire over to a greedy nephew like Quentin?

"You!" Waylon snarled, ready to curse Xavier out.

Serena shot him a glacial glare. "Waylon, are you leaving or not?"

She didn't even acknowledge Quentin's existence.

Quentin ground his teeth in silent fury. He absolutely loathed his haughty cousin!

The nerve of a woman, thinking she could monopolize the family empire!