Chapter 774
“Don’t even mention it. It was Mira. I wasn’t about to bring her over and ruin the mood for everyone p>
Seraphina completely omitted the humiliating altercation, spinning the narrative to save face.
“You’re always so considerate, Sera. With Mira’s desperate need to show off, she absolutely would have killed the vibe p>
Whether Mira was truly a show-off, or simply operating on a level entirely out of their reach, was a truth they secretly knew but refused to admit.
“By the way, you should be careful. She brought your little pet, Jillian, along with her. The girl practically tried to bite my head off just now p>
“How obnoxious. I can’t believe she’d drag a piece of trash like that to an event like this p>
Vanessa feigned annoyance, but inwardly, she was hoping Jillian would cause a massive scene so Mira would discard her. Otherwise, people might start realizing that Vanessa had been a terrible boss to her former sycophant.
Mira and Owen had zero interest in making a spectacle of themselves right away. They found a quiet, secluded corner with an excellent vantage point of the room.
Almost the moment they sat down, sharp-eyed executives and investors began trickling over to introduce themselves, naturally pulling up chairs to chat.
Can we collaborate on your latest venture? What sector are you targeting next? Could you give me some advice on this potential acquisition p>
These two had built a billion-dollar empire in just a single year. An opportunity to rub shoulders with them was incredibly rare, and even just eavesdropping on their conversations was considered highly profitable.
As long as the questions didn’t compromise their own corporate interests, Mira, Owen, and Harvey generously offered their insights.
Titans at their level still needed allies and supporters in the industry. Cultivating a network of competent, growing partners was mutually beneficial.
Wyatt and his group stood by, absorbing the high-level business discourse with rapt attention. They were gaining a fortune in free knowledge.
However, to truly befriend people of this caliber, one needed the status to match. You either had to offer equal partnership, tangible leverage, or lucrative opportunities.
Otherwise, they simply wouldn’t waste their time on idle chatter.
After a while, Jillian nudged Elara. “We rarely get to come to places like this. Do you want to walk around a bit p>
Cedric and the other guys agreed with the idea and joined them. Only Wyatt chose to stay rooted beside Mira, laser-focused on the conversation.
Wyatt was a wealthy heir with
access to plenty of capital. Yet, while others his age were building
empires, he had accomplished absolutely nothing.
Since fate had placed him in the presence of such brilliance, he was determined to learn everything he could. Maybe, just maybe, he could strike out on his own.
His parents were still young and the family business, so he
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had no immediate obligations, Even if he failed, they could cover bis losses.
But if he waited another ten years, his window of opportunity might close forever.
Meanwhile, Elara’s group had migrated to the bar. The guys grabbed glasses of wine, mimicking the refined sipping of the socialites around them.
Elara declined the alcohol, but Jillian’s curiosity won out. She picked up a glass and took a tentative sip.
Zachary made a face. “I’ll never understand rich people. What is so great about this bitter grape juice p>
“It’s called refined taste. It’s a social lubricant p>
Cedric corrected, a smug expression on his face as he expertly swirled the liquid in his glass.
Cedric’s family wasn’t outrageously wealthy, but they were comfortably upper-middle class, owning properties and luxury vehicles.
So, his father occasionally bought expensive vintage wines for the family to share.
“Look at you, Cedric. I had no idea you were such a wine connoisseur p>
Jillian said, looking at him with wide, curious eyes.
“I dabble,” he replied modestly.
Just then, Mira and Wyatt walked over to join them.
With Owen masterfully handling the endless stream of executives, Mira had
managed to slip away for a quick break.
“Boss, what’s your take on vintage wine? Do you collect it p>
Zachary figured someone of her immense wealth and status would know far more about it than Cedric did.
“I don’t care much for alcohol, and I certainly don’t collect wine p>
Mira replied, shaking her head. Forget vintage wine—she had absolutely zero
interest in any kind of liquor or beer.