Katelyn elegantly chose a stunning ankle-length gown of her own design, crafted from sumptuous white satin. The overall look was a master class in understated elegance, with no ostentatious embellishments—relying solely on the finest fabrics and impeccable cuts to highlight the gown’s rich texture.
The strapless design exuded sophistication, and to complement her ensemble and avoid any feeling of being underdressed, Katelyn adorned herself with an elegant string of pearls that shimmered with a subtle grace.
It was a rare occasion for her to embrace such sensuality, a striking departure from her usual style.
Accustomed to Katelyn’s loose, casual attire, this gown was a breathtakingly refreshing change, radiating a newfound allure.
Catching Vincent’s captivated expression, Katelyn glanced down at her dress. “Is something wrong, Mr. Adams?”
Vincent quickly averted his gaze, offering a sincere compliment. “Not at all, this style suits your temperament beautifully.”
Katelyn beamed, a soft glow lighting her face as she graciously accepted the compliment, her smile radiating appreciation.
“Thank you.”
She gracefully opened the back door of the car and slid into the seat beside Vincent, an air of anticipation swirling around them. Moments later, he handed her a document.
“This is the detailed information on the new potential partner we’re gearing up to negotiate with. Take a look. The other party comes from a noble family in Yata, though their former status has faded. They’ve been rivals of Selina for years.”
Vincent offered a brief introduction, and Katelyn eagerly opened the document, her curiosity piqued.
Vincent’s investigations into potential partners were always meticulous, leaving no stone unturned.
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This time, the name of their potential partner was Jacques Dashiell.
He was biracial.
The comprehensive document outlined several of his notable achievements over the years. As Katelyn turned to the final page, a flicker of surprise crossed her features, catching her off guard. “Wait, he’s not a jewelry designer but a fashion designer?”
“Yes,” Vincent replied, his voice deep and resonant. “Jacques launched his own fashion brand overseas early in his career and has become one of the renowned fashion designers. However, he now seeks to break into the jewelry market, transitioning from a creative role to a more business-oriented one. To achieve that, Selina is the hurdle he needs to overcome.”
This partnership, in truth, had been initiated by Jacques himself.
As long as Vincent could devise a strategy to unseat Selina, once Jacques took control, all overseas resources would be directed squarely in his favor.
To be honest, it was an offer Vincent couldn’t turn down, especially considering Selina’s past provocations, which had irked him considerably.
Katelyn swiftly scanned through the document, absorbing the information with keen interest.
While Jacques was born into nobility, his family’s stature had long faded into obscurity. His current success was entirely a product of his own hard work and determination.
Katelyn inquired, curiosity sparking in her voice, “So, what exactly are we doing today?”
“Just watching a show,” Vincent answered with an air of nonchalance, casually leaning back in his seat. “Jacques must first demonstrate that he can manage all the resources at Selina’s disposal. Today’s event is really just a business gathering in disguise.”
Katelyn nodded in agreement, though a wave of confusion washed over her, leaving her feeling a bit adrift in the conversation.
This way of doing business felt distant to her, particularly since it didn’t involve jewelry design. Did Vincent invite her here merely to fulfill the role of a charming companion?
Katelyn stifled her doubts, choosing silence over skepticism. Whatever Vincent had orchestrated for her, she would embrace it without hesitation.
The car glided to a halt at the grand entrance of the venue.
Security personnel stood sentinel at the door, meticulously examining each guest’s invitation with unwavering attention.
Katelyn intertwined her arm with Vincent’s, and together, they moved into the hall in seamless unison, like a well-rehearsed duet. Though Katelyn was not particularly fond of such events, she was well-versed in the essentials of social etiquette. The moment they entered, they immediately attracted a flurry of curious glances, accompanied by a chorus of hushed whispers.
“Mr. Adams is here. I need to make a great impression tonight. Maybe I’ll catch his eye and secure a major deal.”
“I can’t help but envy Katelyn, effortlessly moving from one affluent circle to the next.”
The conversations, barely hushed but still distinctly audible, reached Katelyn’s ears with crystal clarity. Some discussions focused on Vincent, while others turned their attention to her. The remaining whispers swirled around the persistent rumors about their relationship, further fueling the fire of speculation.
Katelyn maintained her poise with effortless grace, embracing the attention as she scanned the crowd, searching for familiar faces. With his mixed heritage, Jacques should stand out easily among the sea of guests.
“I’m not in the mood for any of those business chatterboxes tonight. Just stay by my side. Later, we might have dinner with Jacques alone,” Vincent whispered softly in Katelyn’s ear.
She nodded in response, but at that moment, a voice brimming with surprise rang out from behind them.
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