The corridor leading to the main hall buzzed with thick anticipation as whispers trailed behind Stephanie, who strode forward alongside Dr. John and her security detail. Guests turned their heads in awe and reverence, yet nobody dared to lock eyes with her directly.Except Marcus.He caught sight of her approaching from down the hall, her figure striking and flanked by two muscular bodyguards. While those nearby stepped back or bowed their heads to yield the path, Marcus never broke his pace. He walked onward with a tranquil expression, as if simply navigating a routine hallway.Spotting him approaching from the opposite direction, Stephanie narrowed her sharp eyes, her brows rising at his absolute indifference. She knew very few men could preserve such calm in her presence, and she resented his casual air. After everything that had transpired, she found it astounding that he possessed the audacity to show his face again.Her lead bodyguard, a broad man with a scowl carved into his fe