Will forced a stiff smile onto his face as Gladys strode toward the stage. Her black business suit was immaculate, and every confident step she took silenced the whispers in the hall. The security guards immediately stopped, lowering their heads respectfully. "Ms. Gladys." She ignored them and walked straight to the microphone. "The list is not wrong." Her cold gaze swept across the crowd. "Every name announced is accurate." The banquet hall exploded into chaos. "What?" "How is that possible?" "Did the company really want to work with Eleanor, not Camilla?" "Has the CEO gone mad?" Will's face turned pale. "Ms. I don't know who you are, but this isn't possible," he forced out a laugh. "There must be some misunderstanding. This man is nothing but a useless house husband. He doesn't even have a stable job. How could he possibly have the power to help his mistress?" Gladys slowly turned to him, her eyes filled with disdain. "Mr. Will, are you questioning the decision of our ch

The banquet hall fell into complete silence. Hundreds of curious eyes remained fixed on Dominic as he stood calmly at the center of the stage. Unlike the shocked expressions around him, his face was composed, showing neither pride nor nervousness. The whispers gradually died down. Everyone waited for him to speak. Even Camilla, who had been mocking him moments ago, frowned slightly. What exactly was Dominic trying to do? Taking a deep breath, Dominic picked up the microphone. His deep, steady voice echoed throughout the hall. “I think everyone has misunderstood something.” The crowd instantly became quiet. “I am not the mysterious boss of Blackcrest International.” The words caused another wave of murmurs to spread through the venue. “So he admitted it.” “I knew it. There was no way he could be the mysterious boss.” “But then why is he standing on the stage?” The guests looked at one another in confusion. Dominic waited for the whispers to subside before continuing. “I

The moment the word "mistress" left Camilla's mouth, the atmosphere instantly turned tense. The smile on Eleanor's face disappeared. She stared at Camilla, her eyes turning ice-cold. "Mistress?" she repeated calmly. "Watch your words, Camilla." Camilla laughed disdainfully. "Am I wrong?" "You met my husband behind my back." "You drank with him." "You even spent the night in the same hotel." She deliberately raised her voice so everyone around them could hear. "If that doesn't make you a mistress, then what does?" The surrounding guests immediately began whispering among themselves. "So the rumors were true?" "No wonder they're always together." Eleanor wasn't angered by the accusations. Instead, she smiled. "A guilty conscience really does make people jump to conclusions." She took a step toward Camilla. "First of all, Dominic is no longer your husband." "You signed the divorce papers yourself." "You threw him away without a second thought." "So you no longer have

The boutique fell silent. The sales assistants exchanged uneasy glances, unsure whether they should step in or stay out of it. One of the senior sales assistants, a woman in a neatly pressed black uniform, glanced at Dominic's simple outfit before looking at Sebastian's custom-tailored suit. A look of contempt flashed across her face. She immediately decided who the "important" customer was. Putting on a flattering smile, she walked toward Sebastian and Camilla before bowing politely. "Mr. Sebastian, Ms. Camilla, welcome back." "It's an honor to have you here." Sebastian smiled arrogantly. "We're just looking around." The sales assistant nodded repeatedly. "Of course, sir." Then she turned to Dominic and Eleanor, the smile on her face disappearing instantly. "Ms. Eleanor," she said politely, "our store only carries luxury brands. Every suit here costs hundreds of thousands, and some are worth millions." Her eyes swept over Dominic from head to toe. "I hope... your compan

Eleanor could no longer tolerate Camilla’s insults. She stepped forward, her eyes as cold as ice. “Enough.” Her sharp voice echoed through the boutique, causing everyone to fall silent once again. “You keep saying Dominic lives off women.” “You keep calling him a loser.” “But tell me, Camilla…” She took another step closer. “If he truly depended on women, why would he refuse my payment just now?” Camilla’s expression stiffened for a brief moment before she scoffed. “That’s because you already gave him the money.” Eleanor laughed. It wasn’t a cheerful laugh. It was one filled with ridicule. “So that’s the excuse you’ve come up with?” “No matter what Dominic does, you’ll always find a way to look down on him.” She shook her head in disappointment. “I actually feel sorry for you.” Camilla narrowed her eyes. “What did you say?” “I said I feel sorry for you.” Eleanor didn’t back down. “You lived with Dominic for three years.” “You were the person closest to him.” “An