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SEASON 2 : CHAPTER 326
The Solano Estate was filled with glittering lights, laughter, and the clinking of champagne glasses. It was Valeria’s charity gala, an event attended by business magnates, socialites, and politicians. Everyone wore their finest, competing silently in who could outshine whom.Javier Everhart entered quietly, wearing a simple tailored black suit—not nearly as ostentatious as the men in velvet jackets and women draped in diamonds. He carried himself with calm confidence, but to others, he looked… ordinary. Too ordinary.At first, no one paid him attention. But when he lingered by the long table of hors d’oeuvres, several men noticed.“Who let him in?” one of them whispered loudly enough to be heard. “Is he part of the catering staff?”
SEASON 2 : CHAPTER 325
Javier Everhart walked into the lavish hotel lobby, his hand loosely holding Valeria Solano’s. She was radiant in a sleek black gown, her dark hair swept to one side. But as their heels and polished shoes clicked across the marble floor, murmurs began. Not the admiring kind—no, these were sharp whispers laced with contempt.“Who invited him?”“I swear, the Solano girl could’ve done better.”“Look at his suit—probably rented. Doesn’t even fit him right.”Javier heard every word. His jaw didn’t tighten, his pace didn’t falter. The comments slid into his ears like knives, but he didn’t give them the satisfaction of a reaction.They entered the ballroom where the city’s so-called elites gathered, clinking glasses of champagne, flashing rehearsed smiles. The lighting was golden, the air thick with perfume and arrogance.“Valeria, darling!” A woman with diamond earrings approached, her painted smile faltering as her gaze flickered to Javier. “And… your friend.”“My husband,” Valeria correct
SEASON 2 : CHAPTER 324
Javier Everhart walked in alongside Valeria Solano, his wife, who was as effortlessly elegant as a queen in a painting. The charity gala was full of people dressed in silks and diamonds, glasses of champagne clinking as laughter and conversation swirled through the air.And then came the whispers.“Who invited him?” a man in an ivory tux murmured to another, his eyes sweeping Javier from head to toe. “That suit… it’s at least three seasons old.”Javier didn’t flinch. His tailored navy suit was discreet, understated—not the type dripping with designer logos, but cut so perfectly that a true connoisseur would know it cost more than most cars.“Maybe he’s a driver,” another guest said with a smirk. “Or a security guard. Look at those shoes. Definitely not Ferragamo.”Valeria’s hand tightened on his arm, her knuckles white. “Ignore them,” she whispered.He smiled faintly. “I am ignoring them.”But the voices grew bolder. A tall blonde in a glittering emerald dress—Alicia Romano, daughter
SEASON 2 : CHAPTER 323
The atmosphere inside the Solano Group’s ballroom was heavy with murmurs and uneasy glances. The lavish chandeliers cast warm light across the polished marble floor, but the tension was thick enough to drown out the clinking of champagne glasses. Javier Everhart stood near the center, his tall frame straight and his expression carved in stone.Only an hour ago, the same people now shifting uncomfortably had laughed at him—loud, mocking laughter that rang in his ears like an insult carved into his very name.“Look at his suit. Off-the-rack, for sure.”“Valeria really married down. I heard he doesn’t even have a proper car—probably drives something from last decade.”“The Everhart name? Never heard
SEASON 2 : CHAPTER 322
Men in tailored tuxedos and women in gowns worth small fortunes floated across the marble floor, glasses of champagne in hand. Javier had come here with Valeria for a business charity gala—an event where influence was the true currency, and appearances were the mask everyone wore.Unfortunately, for Javier, his choice of attire—a simple navy suit without a designer logo—had already marked him as an outsider in the eyes of the elite. He didn’t mind. He’d come here to observe, not impress. But some people just couldn’t resist aiming their poison at the wrong target.The first sting came from a tall man with slicked-back silver hair, standing by the bar with a group of equally smug acquaintances. “Valeria,” he greeted with exaggerated warmth, before letting his gaze slide over to Javier. “And… your drive
SEASON 2 : CHAPTER 321
The ballroom felt eerily silent after the last mocking voice had died down. Chandeliers glittered above, casting golden light across polished marble floors that reflected the smug expressions of the so-called elites who had just torn into Javier Everhart with their words.Their jeers still lingered in the air.“He looks like he can’t even afford a drink here.”“Valeria must be embarrassed walking around with him.”“Is he her driver?”They thought themselves clever, measuring worth by the brand of a watch or the logo stitched onto a suit. Javier let them speak, let their arrogance hang heavy in the air. A darker, calculating part of him even wanted to see how far they would go.Beside him, Valeria stiffened with every insult, her fingers twitching against his arm as though ready to lash out in his defense. But Javier gave the faintest shake of his head. This was his battle to fight.A man in a tailored navy suit, his silver hair slicked back with meticulous precision, stepped forward.
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