Initially, her presence at such events was purely ornamental. Yet, as Katelyn delved deeper into the swirling nexus of power and resources among the elite, she began to grasp the allure of these elaborate gatherings.

Such events were more than social occasions. They were networking hubs for entrepreneurs to forge alliances. Over time, Katelyn’s initial reluctance towards these gatherings began to wane, shaped by her evolving experiences.

With a calm smile, Vincent said, “He’ll make his way here soon enough.”

Every gathering of this nature was governed by subtle yet stringent societal rules. It was customary for those lower in status to initiate contact with the more influential attendees.

As usual, whenever Vincent appeared at these events, he was immediately surrounded by admirers. Dalton soon noticed Vincent from afar and made his way through the crowd.

“Mr. Adams, it’s been too long,” he said, offering his hand with a cringing grin.

Vincent responded with a quick handshake and a polite nod. “Indeed, it has, Mr. Gilbert. I hear your jewelry venture is thriving.”

“Oh, it’s nothing significant, just the benefits of my family’s longstanding reputation,” Dalton replied, downplaying his success. “But it’s nothing compared to your rapid ascent in the jewelry market, Mr. Adams. Your brand has become a household name in under a year.”

His eyes then flicked to Katelyn. “And having Miss Bailey as your chief designer? Your success was destined.”

Katelyn’s smile remained subtle as she listened to their business pleasantries.

Vincent, taking a relaxed tone, replied, “We’re just starting out in the jewelry scene and look to veterans like you for insights on navigating the market.”

Dalton, feigning amazement, waved off the compliment. “Oh, Mr. Adams, you’re too modest. In a dynamic market like ours, it’s the innovators who thrive.”

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Vincent’s thoughtful gaze lingered as he took a slow sip of his champagne. “I hear the prestigious Global Jewelry Competition might be hosted in Granville this year, under the Gilbert family’s patronage. Despite your modesty about your family’s fortunes, it seems you’re still quite influential.”

Vincent fixed his gaze intently on Dalton. “Is there room at the table for the Adams family to join this venture?”

A tense smile crept onto Dalton’s face. “While I’m not opposed to the idea, Mr. Adams, I must disclose that another party has already secured a preliminary agreement with me.”

With a subtle gesture, Dalton indicated a person in the crowd to his right.

Surprise flickered across Katelyn’s face as she swiftly glanced in that direction.

In that instant, Katelyn couldn’t be sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her. The woman before her, holding a wine glass and draped in a sleek, strappy gown, was unmistakably Sophia. Her makeup had an ethereal quality, bright and radiant, and her lips glistened in a crimson hue.

Sophia caught Katelyn’s gaze and let a subtle smirk play on her lips. After the shameful retreat that marked their last encounter, here she was again—unapologetically present.

However, as Katelyn’s gaze lingered on the smooth skin of the woman’s shoulder, she felt a sense of uncertainty. Stretching elegantly across Sophia’s neck was a striking tattoo of red spider lilies. This flower was often shrouded in symbolism of mystery and danger in Asian folklore. But this woman before them had none of that allure.

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