Chapter 91 The party hall was filled with light, but the light wasn't quite settling inside Jessica. The golden glint of the chandelier, the soft scent of candles, the clink of crystal glasses—it all combined to make the place look like a perfectly staged picture. And standing in the middle of that picture was Jessica, perfectly put together, Perfect, just as everyone had expected. Her dress made her look even more elegant, but there was a taut vigilance in her eyes—as if she couldn't forget for a single moment that this party wasn't about people coming to see her, but a party to judge her.A crowd of relatives had gathered around her. Some were smiling, some were whispering in low voices, and others were talking loudly—as if Jessica didn't even have the right to be there. Everyone was talking about the same person—Marco."The boy is really very talented," an aunt said, her chirpy voice drifting to Jessica's ears. "I hear he made his own way.""Yes, everyone speaks of his work," ano

Chapter 93 Marco was there—exactly the same, yet not the same. His clothes, his posture, the steady gaze of his eyes—everything made him seem both familiar and distant at the same time. Volkov's breath grew a little heavy. The face that had haunted his thoughts since London was now right before him. And the realization filled him with a strange mixture of joy and a deep, underlying unease—because in the time since London, as much as Volkov had been running to keep his family safe, he had been running just as hard to find Marco.Volkov came to stand before Marco. For a moment, no words came. In that silence, Volkov felt—it was just a "seeing" No, this was a moment that could unsettle the internal calculations of them both. He cleared his throat, but the tremor of surprise was audible."Marco…?" Volkov said in a very low voice, but the word was clear. "You… here?"Marco looked at him. There was no overt emotion in his eyes, but in that calm gaze was a caution—as if he was aware of who