Beyond the Divorce

Even though I was already his wife, his words still moved me. We were destined to be together, and I was grateful to the heavens for giving me this perfect man to spend the rest of my life with. The party in Gerby was on the top floor of the Saint Eastin International, the most luxurious banquet hall in Gerby and the tallest landmark in the city.

Arnold, dressed in a tailored suit and leather shoes, accompanied me. His elegant demeanor attracted many admiring glances.

There were quite a few foreigners in attendance at the party.

Both Eleanor and I wore suits. Since there were no international brands at the shopping mall, we opted for local top-tier brands. But I didn't expect to find myself embroiled in an inexplicable situation with Hazelyn just because of my outfit.

The scene was bustling, with glasses clinking, lively conversations, and men laughing at every corner. On the other hand, women discussed and evaluated each other's appearances.

The women were mostly adorned in evening gowns, and they were clearly the wives and socialites of the city's business circle. Despite it being a business networking event, it felt more like a matchmaking party, with flirtatious glances being exchanged everywhere.

Of course, those present were all either rich or influential figures in Gerby.

Our outfits were professional and inconspicuous, so we didn't draw much attention, but our presence sparked some whispers, perhaps because no one had ever seen us before.

I overheard someone whispering, "They're clearly outsiders, and it looks like they're here on business. Just look at their outfits. They're probably white-collar workers from some company." "She is quite beautiful, and she's definitely not from Gerby."

Before long, I spotted the smartly dressed Finn in the crowd. In the past few days, I had seen his low-key side. He had been in paint-splattered work clothes or simple shirts. But now, he looked incredibly handsome in a well-tailored suit, which brought out his strong features and sturdy build.

I didn't greet him as I didn't want to involve the Bullock family in this. I just wanted them to handle things for me when needed.

Arnold said, "I'll go talk to those foreigners. Don't stray too far from me."

"Sure," I nodded.

Arnold turned and walked toward the group of foreign businessmen.

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walking in. The man exuded

confidence, and the woman smiled charmingly.

Upon closer inspection, I recognized the woman. It was Hazelyn, who I had encountered earlier in the mental hospital that morning.

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extravagantly adorned with jewels in

a sapphire blue evening gown. It was conservative, suitable for a business networking event, but it was evident that the

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a luxury brand, and it didn't come

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She wore a complete set of diamond jewelry, and her makeup was meticulous, enhancing her average looks and making her stand out.

But what caught my attention more

was the man she was arm in arm with. He was tall and imposing. His features were not particularly outstanding, but he exuded a strong presence that wasn't commonly

seen in Gerby.

I wondered if this was the rumored boyfriend of Hazelyn who would later become her husband. Was that Gabriel Russell?

While I was lost in thought, I overheard the two middle-aged women beside me sneering. "Here comes Hazelyn again."

"She's becoming unbearable."

"The Chandler family have been flaunting their wealth these past few years. They even made Helen hand over Keller's Dairy to their family. I feel sorry for her. And now, her daughter's gone crazy."

"I heard Byron and Gabriel are planning to acquire Grand Tribeca together. Looks like the Russell family is on the prowl."

I glanced at Eleanor, thinking about Grand Tribeca. That name seemed familiar.