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Chapter 263:
Unbeknownst to the lively crowd, a subtle undercurrent of rivalry simmered between Wyatt and Denny at the back of the lecture hall. Meanwhile, at the front, Amelia gracefully fielded questions with her trademark poise, captivating the audience.
Suddenly, a radiant young man, cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, looked toward the stage and, with a spark of boldness, asked Amelia, “Do you have a boyfriend?” His question ignited a burst of cheers and playful teasing from the crowd, though it drew frowns from both Wyatt and Denny, their expressions betraying a shared displeasure.
Amid the uproarious laughter and chatter of the students, Amelia, unruffled, flashed a warm smile. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” she began, sparking a fleeting wave of excitement among the male students, only to gently dash their hopes with her next words. She raised her hand, the gleam of her wedding ring catching the light. “But my husband is right here with us p>
“Who is it? Who is the lucky man who has won Amelia’s heart?” asked a freshman who wasn’t familiar with the entertainment news in Kretol. Those in the know couldn’t help but glance toward the back of the hall.
Wyatt, normally known for his composed and dignified demeanor, could no longer remain a silent observer. Rising to his feet, he lifted his hand, his wedding ring glinting as he proudly revealed his identity as Amelia’s husband. Though not all students in Kretol University’s business management department knew Wyatt by sight, they certainly knew his name, as it was frequently mentioned as a paradigm of success in their courses.
Seizing the moment, a courageous student said, “Mr. Stewart, would you share some pearls of wisdom on business management, given your wife is our esteemed alumna p>
The student spoke out of sheer courage, feeling anxious immediately after his words, fearing the formidable tycoon might brush him off with a frosty dismissal. To his astonishment, Wyatt’s rich, resonant voice replied, “Of course, I would be happy to p>
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With that, Wyatt strode confidently toward the podium.
Amelia, with a radiant smile, passed Wyatt the microphone. As she made to step away, he gently clasped her hand, eliciting a fresh wave of cheers from the students. Though a touch of bashfulness colored Amelia’s cheeks, she didn’t withdraw her hand, standing beside Wyatt.
Wyatt was a successful entrepreneur, and his work experience was invaluable learning material for the business management students. At first, the students had anticipated a short, offhand speech from Wyatt, but to their delight, he delivered a thorough and insightful discourse on management, weaving in a wealth of practical advice tailored to the demands of today’s job market.
Wyatt’s eyes occasionally drifted to Denny, a silent challenge in his gaze. Only when Denny rose and slipped out of the lecture hall did Wyatt’s expression soften, a flicker of triumph in his eyes.
It wasn’t until the clock ticked past ten in the evening that Amelia and Wyatt finally left the lecture hall, their steps in sync as they made their way toward the campus gates. As they walked, Amelia’s curiosity got the better of her. “What was going on between you and Denny?” she asked, having noticed their strained expressions during her time on stage.
Unwilling to reveal Denny’s words to Amelia, Wyatt was about to use a vague excuse when a smooth, composed voice echoed. “Amelia?” Turning, Wyatt spotted Denny standing at the gate. Wyatt’s eyes flickered with wariness as Denny drew near, his guarded expression evident.
Denny, however, didn’t give Wyatt so much as a glance, his warm smile fixed solely on Amelia. “Amelia, might I steal you away for a brief private chat?” he asked, his tone light yet earnest. Before Amelia could reply, Denny continued, “It’ll only take a few minutes p>