Goodbye, My Love

Blinded by rage and envy, Colette was far from her sensible self. No matter the reality of the situation, she clung to her claim like a lifebuoy, determined to save face before the crowd.

Loraine, unfazed by their theatrics, retaliated with a hard-hitting fact.

“The Stellar Galaxy is a masterpiece adorned with the finest

Cartier diamonds, fashioned into stars that emit a soft, natural glow.

Marina, would you say the necklace you’re wearing meets that description?”

Marina, shocked into silence, found herself unable to respond. The gathered elites, no strangers to subtleties, took note of Marina’s apparent discomfort, their disdainful eyes drifting from her to

Colette.

At her wit’s end, Colette allowed her feelings to boil over and persisted in her allegations, “Loraine, the liar here is you! Everyone knows Marco bought the necklace, and it’s more likely he gifted it to his sister rather than an outsider like you!”

As her accusation lingered in the air, a stern male voice echoed from behind her, “True, I purchased the necklace, but Marina isn’t the recipient. I presented it to Loraine.” Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

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All eyes swiveled in the direction of the voice, and there was Marco, sauntering casually with a glass of wine in his hand.

Tonight, he was clad in an understated black suit, his striking features betraying no emotion, instantly captivating the elegant women in attendance.

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His destination was clear: Loraine.

Arriving at her side, his typically stoic demeanor softened. He extended the wine glass towards her, his voice gentle, “Loraine, I intended to bring you this wine earlier, but I was waylaid by a few shareholders. I apologize for the delay and for leaving you at the mercy of these individuals.”

Loraine acknowledged his words with a nod, her attention drawn to the other man accompanying Marco.

He was an older gentleman, slightly balding with a rotund figure. His eyes were almost obscured by the creases formed by his broad smile.

Loraine vaguely recognized him as Jefferson Foster, a shareholder from the Bryant Group.

Jefferson had planned to extend his greetings to Loraine, but Marco’s words had momentarily stunned him.

His previously warm smile rigidified, leaving him slightly flustered.

However, his demeanor brightened upon spotting Bella among the crowd.

He was intrigued to see his daughter standing so near Loraine. Had

Bella truly managed to acquaint herself with Loraine?

Jefferson momentarily disregarded Marco’s comments, breaking into a chuckle, “Miss Torres, meet my daughter Bella Foster. She regards you as a role model. It appears Mr. Bryant was correct. You younger folks indeed have more in common. Enjoy your evening, I’ll take my leave now!”