Chapter 899
Chapter 899:
Had he known Austin was to be Callum’s future son-in-law, a more impressive gift would have been procured.
He wasn’t alone in his thoughts. The same realization settled over everyone around him.
A deep sense of regret weighed heavily on each of them.
In their view, although Callum held a respectable position in Eighfast, his status didn’t approach Austin’s, who was the wealthiest man in the nation.
Callum, a key figure in a local business chamber, contrasted with Austin, a prominent member of the Kheley Chamber of Commerce.
Indeed, rank afforded certain advantages.
Callum took in the shifting expressions of these shrewd foxes, noting every change in their demeanor.
Callum had expected this exact reaction all along, which was precisely why he had chosen to keep it to himself.
He was aware that others assumed his newly acknowledged daughter’s fiancé would be unremarkable. The guests’ disillusionment was exactly what he had anticipated.
Pleased inwardly, Callum’s gaze on Austin was filled with increased respect.
“Monica, what exactly is going on here?” Bella demanded, visibly upset.
With a scowl, Monica snapped back, “Why should I explain my actions to you? Am I obligated to report everything to you p>
Given her bad mood and Bella’s hostile demeanor, Monica wasn’t inclined to be nice.
Bella, seething with frustration, couldn’t hide her irritation, especially with Yelena as the day’s center of attention.
Yelena was not just dressed magnificently; her entire ensemble, especially the jewelry from the Harris Group, was exquisite. Her engagement ring, designed like a crown with the finest diamond, was particularly noteworthy.
It was said that Austin had acquired the ring from a collector, drawn to its romantic history. Each previous owner had a compelling love tale, enhancing its value for Austin, who was determined to have it. Thus, Yelena was the epitome of grace and the envy of everyone from head to toe.
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Suddenly, a figure stopped in front of Monica and Bella.
Monica’s gaze lifted, her eyes falling on the dazzling figure of Yelena. Instantly, her face darkened. A sharp, icy glare shot toward Yelena as she demanded, “What are you after this time p>
Yelena met her gaze with a hint of amusement, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Are you disappointed?” she asked, her voice soft with a teasing undertone. “Are you wondering how I’m able to be here, at my engagement party, when I should have been locked away somewhere by now p>
A chill ran down Monica’s spine, but she concealed it with practiced ease. She responded with feigned indifference, her tone as cool as ice, “I have no idea what you’re talking about p>
Yelena’s eyebrow arched, and she whispered, “You will soon enough p>
With that cryptic remark, Yelena turned on her heel and walked away. Monica’s mind buzzed, a warning bell ringing in her ears. Ever since she’d been unable to reach Jacob’s people, unease had settled in her gut like a bad omen.
Just as Monica decided to flee, a figure appeared in her path—Bella. Monica’s eyes narrowed. She shot a glare at Bella, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “What do you want? Move,” she snapped.
Bella met her stare with equal intensity, her gaze hardening. A note of warning laced her voice. “I don’t know what you’ve been up to, but don’t even think about dragging me into it p>