At that moment, the announcer smiled warmly, his voice echoing across the event hall as he took center stage beneath the elegant, softly glowing chandelier. He clutched the microphone with confidence, clearing his throat just slightly, before speaking with cheerful energy.“Well, ladies and gentlemen,” he began, flashing a charming grin, “now that everyone is present and properly seated, I believe it's time for us to officially kick off this much-anticipated gathering. It has been far too long since some of us have seen one another, and I must say, the room tonight is glowing filled with familiar faces, and of course, some beautiful new additions.”He took a small pause, allowing a ripple of polite laughter and warm glances to pass through the audience.“I see that many of our gentlemen have arrived with their stunning girlfriends, and some of our gorgeous ladies are here with their charming boyfriends or should I say, husbands now?” he added, his tone playful and teasing. The crowd c

At that moment, Demian simply smiled. It wasn’t forced or nervous it was calm, controlled, and deliberate. The kind of smile that said he saw through the game being played. The kind of smile that warned everyone in the room not to push further than they could handle.He didn’t need anyone to spell it out. It was obvious from the way the announcer dragged out his words, the way eyes kept darting between him and Sophia, the way the silence stretched just a second too long after the question was asked. This was staged. It wasn’t curiosity they were setting him up. Planning to expose or embarrass him. Maybe they thought he was just some random man Sophia picked off the street. Maybe they believed they could throw him off, make him stumble, make Sophia feel ashamed for bringing a man like him here.Well, they picked the wrong person tonight.That was exactly why Demian came prepared. He knew how these circles worked he understood the whispers behind polished smiles, the judgment behind eve

At that moment, David let out a low, calculated smile. He wasn’t in a hurry. He straightened his jacket slowly, as if adjusting it for dramatic effect, and then ran his fingers through his neatly combed hair before locking eyes with Damien again.“I didn’t want to do this,” David said, his voice calm but cold. “Honestly, I planned to let it go. I thought maybe you were just someone who didn’t know any better just trying to impress a few people, maybe even impress Sophia.” He looked over at Sophia briefly, then returned his gaze to Damien. “But now I see you're not just trying to impress. You're trying to deceive. You're sitting there acting like you know things about the military that even high-ranking officers keep secret, and you expect us to believe all of it without questions?”David chuckled, but there was no humor in his voice.“You see, I hate liars. I hate people who try to take others for a ride especially when it’s done so shamelessly in public. And since you want to raise y

At that moment, upon hearing what Damien just said, David’s lips slowly curved into a wide, mocking smile. Then, he began clapping loud, slow, sarcastic claps that echoed through the room like gunshots in a chapel.“Clap…!! clap…!! clap…!!”Everyone’s attention snapped toward him.“Wow,” David sneered, his tone dripping with ridicule. “Just look at him… sitting there so proud, so mighty, like he owns the air we breathe. Like nobody can touch him. Like he’s untouchable.” He scoffed and shook his head. “You really think you’re something, huh? Walking around in that black uniform as if you’re the son of the president himself.”His voice rose slightly, enough for everyone to hear. “Well, I’ve got news for you, Mr. Untouchable your days are numbered. You’ve pushed it too far this time, and today… today, I’m going to deal with you mercilessly.”The room grew tenser with each word, and just then, Cecilia who had been burning with anger stepped forward and added fuel to the fire.“Yes!” she s

At that moment, all heads turned toward the entrance as the heavy sound of synchronized boots grew louder, commanding silence across the hall.Then they appeared, two men stepped into the hall side by side, dressed in full military regalia. One of them was clearly older his face weathered by time and leadership, with silver streaks decorating the edges of his neatly trimmed hair. The other, slightly younger, walked with the same confident gait, his chest held high, radiating authority and calm dominance.They didn’t speak, They didn’t need to.The badges, the ribbons, the polished boots it all screamed rank. The crowd didn’t need anyone to explain who they were. Just the sight of them was enough to send waves of unease through the room.And behind them? Ten military officers followed in strict formation.Each one carried the presence of someone who’d seen battle. They weren’t ordinary foot soldiers. They might not have held the same rank as the two in front, but their aura told everyo