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Chapter 55
Author: Dorchester
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Various sections of the event were carefully scheduled.

The hall seemed to pulse with anticipation as guests moved from one activity to the next.

At the center of the room, Jane twirled gracefully in Jaxon’s arms.

Their movements were fluid, almost effortless, synchronized perfectly with the rhythm of the music that floated across the polished floor.

The couples around them seemed to fade into the background, the spotlight somehow following Jane and Jaxon as though the room existed only for them.

Some of the partygoers couldn’t help but stare, whispering among themselves about the couple’s chemistry.

The way Jaxon guided Jane, the gentle, confident way she responded—it drew attention, admiration, and a hint of envy.

Meanwhile, at a corner table, Donald remained seated, his posture composed and his expression calm and unreadable.

He watched the proceedings with an almost imperceptible air of detachment.

The whispers that floated in his direction weren’t kind, but he remained unfl
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