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“Didn’t she cause a scene at the last Laurent event?”
“How is she not blacklisted?”But the main headline was clear:
“What the hell is she doing with Sebastian Laurent?”The whispers started immediately.
We reached the centre of the room.
Sebastian gave the crowd a slow once-over.
Then came the look.
The kind of look that said: “What are you staring at? Mind your own business.”It was as if he’d flicked a switch.
The air snapped back to life.
Whispers cut off. party fling.
Then, after a second of stunned silence, the conversations resumed, but the topics had shifted.
Everyone went back to pretending they weren’t dying to know what was going on.
Eyes still flicked our way, though.
Then, from the edge of the room, a man stumbled over.
Mid to low inflies Handerome, if yra squinted and ignored the wine bigat and under ve bags.
This expression was all confusion and shock His mouth opened like it had forgotten how to form words.
You you said you were bringing your wife. This is her?”Sebastian didn’t miss a beat. That’s right.”
The man looked like someone had just umplogged his brain.
Everyone here knew I’d been engaged to Daniel Granger,
The Grangers had only just clawed back their wedding invite, and now-barn-I was here, allegedly married to Sebastian Laurent, like it was no big deal.
I recognised the man, but to be sure, I turned and whispered, “Your father?”Sebastian nodded.
“Reginald Laurent.”Reginald’s hand went to his chest like he was physically restraining a heart attack.
His face was turning an alarming shade of crimson.
“Sebastian, how could you-how could you marry-
I beamed at him and stuck out my hand.
“Mr Laurent, it’s so lovely to meet you!”He froze.
Even his eyes stopped blinking.
Was he about to faint?
“Mr Laurent,” I said again, layering on my sweetest fake-innocent smile.
“I brought gifts for everyone. I’ll have the driver bring them in shortly.”His face turned an even deeper shade of maroon.
For a second, I honestly thought he might combust.
His Adam’s apple bobbed-up, down, up again-like he was trying to swallow a dozen questions at once, all of them jammed up in his throat like rush-hour traffic.
Sebastian frowned.
“Eleanor put a lot of thought into those gifts. The least you could do is say thank you.”Saying thank you to me was clearly the last thing on Reginald’s mind His face had gone from red to a deeply worrying purple.
“I-I didn’t know…”
“You didn’t prepare any gifts?” Sebastian cut in, voice sharp.
“Even after I told you I was bringing my wife here today?”He let that word hang for effect.
“Cash will do. At least then I won’t have to worry about you handing Elean something useless. There are five of you in your family, so two million each should be a good start.”Reginald’s eyes bulged.
I was half worried he was about to burst a blood vessel.
“Five? And what do you mean “your family”?” Reginald’s voice cracked like an old floorboard.
“It’s six, including you. Aren’t you my son? Aren’t you supposed to be one of us?”ONUS
“Now you’re calling me your son?” Sebastian arched an eyebrow.
“Well then, since your son just got married, sta he giving a wedding gift? And since you skipped the engagement one let’s ruake up for lost time. Four million each shot d do it.”Reginald was trembling.
Rage or shock-1 couldn’t quite tell.
But I did know this: he wouldn’t make a scene.
Not here.
Sebastian had briefed me beforehand.
He’d already shuffled the more useless Laurent cronies off the main board at LGH, parking them in dusty little side offices.
Reginald was currently languishing at Laurent City Estates, a subsidiary where he could do the least possible damage.
And, if need be, he could be shuffled farther away, like Burkina Faso.
Sebastian held all the strings now, and Reginald knew it.
While he stood there fumbling between outrage and submission, a woman and a younger man approached.
The woman was immaculate.
Expensive dress, impeccable hair, and a smile so sugary it almost matched my fake one.
She stepped forward like she’d been waiting for her moment all night.
“Sebastian’s right,” she said smoothly.
“As the in-laws, we should be the ones giving a proper gift to the new bride. Two million’s a bit modest, though. Lucien-Sebastian’s cousin-just got engaged, and his parents gave the couple five million each. I’m sure Sebastian’s wife is worth a lot more.”Sebastian didn’t even look at her.
Didn’t say a word.
Just let the silence stretch, cool and cutting.
From the way she clung to Reginald’s arm, I knew exactly who she was.
Gwendolyn Laurent. Reginald’s wife.
Her words were perfectly polite, and she even sounded like she was sticking up for me, but I’d met enough snakes in high heels to recognise the type.
The kind of woman who’d backstab you with one hand and give your shoulder a reassuring pat with the other,
No wonder Sebastian hadn’t said much about her during our briefing,
All I knew was that she was the one who’d convinced Reginald to ship a barely-teenaged Sebastian off to an overseas boarding school-alone, underprepared, and still too young to shave-while her own two sons were kept safe and coddled in Skyline City.
She reminded me of my mother, Caroline.
Different tactics, same poison.
And that smile-God, that smile.
It made me want to punch her square in the face.
I leaned towards Sebastian as I beamed at Gwendolyn.
“Aww, that’s so sweet of you. You’re really giving me five million? don’t even know what to say.” er 87 Insults and Ingratiation Sebastian night we clicked.
Hedeared his throat “Elean, 1 think she said more than five million widened my eyes and let out a delighted little gasp.
“Ohhh, that’s so generous of you!”Gwendolyn nearly bit her tongue.
But she couldn’t back out now not without losing face.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” she said, smile faltering.
She jabbed Reginald in the ribs, who was still stuck in buffering mode.
“Reggie will handle it today, won’t you, Reggie?”
“W-what?” Reginald blinked.
“Handle what?”The transfer, the… gift,” she hissed, before turning to me with a buttery smile.
“It’s Eleanor, right?”
“Right.” I shook her hand and resisted the urge to scrub mine with a disinfectant wipe.
“Did you and Sebastian just get married yesterday?”
“No,” I said, on guard.
“No? Oh, I only asked because no one informed us about the wedding. I thought… well, never mind.” She smiled indulgently.” Not a word to the parents-so typical of the younger generation, isn’t it? All impulse, no tradition.”She gave Sebastian a fond, mildly scolding look, like she actually thought of him as her own. Then back to me.
“If it weren’t for Grandpa Edouard’s birthday, we’d have never known you two tied the knot. Such a shame, don’t you think?”I nearly rolled my eyes.
Of course, she wouldn’t dare aim the thinly veiled dig at Sebastian.
So the barbs came my way.
Did I look like a wide-eyed ing?nue?
Maybe I didn’t care for all this veiled insult nonsense, but that didn’t mean I didn’t know how to volley back.