The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 486

Killian had a long, punishing stride. Sylvia, trapped in sky-high stilettos and a skin-tight formal gown, struggled desperately to keep pace.

She jogged to catch him, asking breathlessly, "There's a donation signing ceremony tonight? Why didn't you tell me?"

"The family donated a building to the school. We're throwing a banquet to milk the PR. Standard procedure," Killian replied dismissively.

Sylvia nodded in understanding. That was how the ultra-wealthy operated. Philanthropy was never done in the dark; it was always heavily publicized to boost the family empire's image.

Heart racing with anxiety, she probed gently, "Is Connor coming tonight?"

"Barring any delays, yes."

Sylvia felt a knot tighten in her stomach.

She could not fathom why Killian would bring Connor to such a highly publicized event.

If the boy showed up and accidentally let slip that Jillian was his biological mother, everything she had painstakingly built—her facade in front of her classmates, her entire carefully crafted image—would be obliterated.

But staring at the harsh lines of Killian's profile, she lacked the courage to press him further.

That afternoon, Killian and Daniel were swept into separate VIP events organized by the university.

Night soon fell. The St. Jude's auditorium was ablaze with crystalline light and lavish decorations.

The hall hummed with the clinking of glasses. The elite alumni mingled, all dressed to the nines in haute couture.

Sylvia made a show-stopping entrance on Killian's arm.

She wore a breathtaking crimson strapless gown with a sweeping train. Paired with a complete set of dazzling rubies, she looked utterly radiant under the chandeliers. Her beauty was aggressive and impossible to ignore.

And on her wrist sat the antique emerald bracelet, worth millions of dollars.

"You really are the pride of St. Jude's. The second you walked in, the rest of us turned invisible," her former classmates gushed.

Sylvia smiled gracefully, playing the part perfectly. "You're exaggerating."

Though she sounded humble, the smugness within her was threatening to burst out.

"That dress has to be the latest custom piece, right? It must have cost a fortune!"

"Hundreds of thousands of dollars," Sylvia said effortlessly, oozing the casual superiority of a billionaire's partner. "It was pricey, but Killian insisted I represent the Quincy family's image tonight. I couldn't exactly say no."

Hundreds of thousands of dollars for a dress!

Even among a crowd of successful elites, the sheer extravagance left them reeling.

"Only Mr. Quincy could pull that off. Dropping hundreds of thousands without blinking just to make his girl smile."

Listening to their endless fawning, Killian remained entirely unbothered, neither confirming nor denying a thing.

"By the way, where is Daniel Langley? Tonight is basically Mr. Quincy's show. Surely he wouldn't miss it?"

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