"Why does he look like Owen Lance?"
"No, that is Owen Lance."
"Since when did Owen get a girlfriend?"
"Who is the woman next to him?"
"I thought he kept completely away from women? How does he suddenly have a girlfriend?"
"Is he here to announce his relationship today?"
"Why does she look like Mira Mercer?"
"She is Mira Mercer."
"Oh my god! How did those two end up together?"
"Are they the ones getting engaged today?"
"I don't think so. I heard this was Lawrence's engagement banquet."
...
Before the two could even take their seats, the media swarmed them like sharks smelling blood in the water.
"Mr. Lance, are you and Miss Mercer a couple?"
"Yes."
"Miss Mercer, when did you and Mr. Lance meet? And when did you become a couple?"
"We met a year ago in Melvion City. He was my senior in university.
As for our romantic relationship, that started recently."
"Which one of you pursued the other?"
Owen answered firmly, "I pursued her."
...
The reporters and incredibly curious guests formed a massive three-layer crowd around the couple, entirely eclipsing the actual bride and groom.
This left certain people grinding their teeth in absolute fury.
Luna Lance glared venomously at the crowd surrounding them. "Mom, what do we do? What do we do?"
"Where is security? Where are the bodyguards we hired?"
Lady Lilian Lance ground her teeth and shot a murderous look at the butler standing nearby.
She had exhausted all of the Lance family's resources and connections to throw this lavish engagement party for her son, entirely to show off and gain absolute dominance over the other high-society wives.
She wanted to see who would ever dare look down on her again!
But now, it was all being ruined by that bastard!
"Madam, we absolutely cannot forcefully disperse a crowd like this..."
The butler looked highly troubled and helpless.
"He is Owen Lance. He is not a nobody. It's simply because he is far too dazzling; this isn't a riot or a disruption.
If we use force to drive them away, the Lance family will instantly become the laughingstock of Aethelgard.
No, not just a laughingstock—it will trigger an immediate stock market crash and massive asset shrinkage."
The butler frowned as he patiently explained the reality to her.


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