Lena stepped out first, moving with grace that matched her carefully chosen attire. She adjusted the sleeve of her dress as she descended the steps, her expression calm and satisfied.Behind her, Benjamin followed at a relaxed pace, his hands tucked loosely into his pockets as he admired the surroundings.They walked side by side toward the garage, their presence confident.Benjamin turned his head slightly toward Lena, a warm smile forming on his lips. “Do you know something?” he began, his tone thoughtful yet clearly pleased.Lena glanced at him with mild curiosity. “What is it?” she asked.Benjamin let out a soft breath, as though putting his thoughts into words required careful consideration. “Every time I come to this place,” he said slowly, “I feel more convinced that marrying into the Montgomery family was the best decision I have ever made.”Lena’s lips curved into a smile, one that carried both pride and satisfaction. “Is that so?” she asked lightly.Benjamin nodded without h

Lena walked into the hall alongside Benjamin and her mother, her posture upright and confident, her expression glowing with anticipation. Benjamin walked beside her with a composed smile, occasionally glancing around as if mentally noting every detail of the setup. Mrs. Montgomery followed closely, her face calm but proud, as though she had been waiting for this moment for years.As they stepped further inside, Lena’s father spotted them from across the hall. He immediately raised his hand and gestured for them to come closer.“Lena,” he called out, his voice firm but welcoming, “come over here for a moment. There is someone very important I would like you to meet.”Lena turned her head toward him, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. “Someone important?” she repeated, her tone filled with expectation. Then, without hesitation, she added, “Is it the CEO of the Winchester Group?”Her father shook his head with a faint smile. “Not yet,” he replied. “He has not arrived. However, the per

Lena’s confusion was evident on her face, her brows furrowed as she stared at him, trying to understand the confidence behind his calm expression.Connor did not say another word to her immediately. Instead, he lifted his hand slightly and gestured. “Step aside,” he said quietly.Lena blinked, caught off guard by his tone. “What?” she asked, clearly offended.“I said step aside,” Connor repeated, his voice still calm but now carrying a firm edge.Lena scoffed. “And if I don’t?” she challenged, folding her arms again.Connor did not argue. He simply reached forward and gently but firmly pushed her aside, not with aggression, but with a confidence that made it impossible for her to resist.“Connor!” Lena snapped, stumbling slightly as she moved out of his way. “How dare you”But Connor had already turned his back on her, completely ignoring her outrage as he began walking toward the stage.Benjamin stepped forward immediately. “What do you think you are doing?” he demanded.Connor did n

The manager moved his eyes between Connor and the owner of the hall.It was clear from the trembling of his hands that fear had taken hold of him completely.Connor looked at him steadily, his voice measured and composed as he finally spoke. “I will give you a chance,” he said quietly. “If you are humble enough to recognize your mistake, then I may consider allowing you to keep your job. But that depends entirely on what you choose to do next.”The manager swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. “Sir… I… I understand,” he stammered, his voice shaking slightly.Without wasting another moment, he began to lower himself to his knees in front of Connor, his movements hesitant but desperate. However, just as his knees were about to touch the ground, a hand shot out and grabbed his arm forcefully.“Have you completely lost your mind?” Lena’s sharp voice cut through the air as she yanked him back upright.The manager staggered slightly as he was pulled back, his expression filled with co

The owner of the hall let out a faint, amused sigh as he shook his head slowly. He stepped forward, his voice calm but firm as he addressed Lena directly.“Miss Lena,” he began, “you seem to be holding onto a belief that someone is coming here who will change everything.”Lena crossed her arms over her chest, lifting her chin slightly. “Not just someone,” she corrected him sharply. “Someone you cannot control.”The owner raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “There is no one who will walk into this hall that I cannot deal with,” he replied evenly. “This is my property, and I decide what happens here.”He paused briefly, then added with a subtle emphasis, “And more importantly, I am with the most significant person standing here.”The statement caused a ripple of curiosity among the guests.Lena frowned slightly. “What do you mean by that?” she asked, her tone laced with skepticism.The owner turned his head slightly and gestured toward Connor, who stood calmly a few steps behind