?<strong>Chapter 783:</strong>


    They could always find a charmingpanion to showcase if they were just into looks.


    At the far edge of the crowd, Camille stood stiffly, her jaw tightening as her eyes flicked between Carrie and Kristopher. Her frustration bubbled over. Without warning, she turned and smacked Albin’s arm a bit too hard.


    “This is your so-called ‘good friend’?” she snapped, her voice sharp with usation.


    “First, he betrayed Carrie for Lise. And now that Carrie’s doing better, he brings a new temptress to stir up trouble?”


    Albin flinched at the hit, his hand flying up to rub his sore arm.


    “Babe, I swear, I had nothing to do with this!” he protested.


    “I’ve been in Orkset this whole time! You know that! We literally sleep in the same bed—every time I called Kristopher, you were right next to me! You can vouch for that, right?”


    Camille quickly reached out to cover Albin’s mouth, nervously ncing around.


    “Stop talking like that!”


    At that moment, Reece emerged, his voice easily carrying over the murmuring crowd.


    “Sorry to have kept you all waiting.”


    Yet, despite the polite phrasing, there wasn’t a hint of apology in his tone. It was as if having others wait for him was simply the natural order of things.


    And no one dared to find it inappropriate.


    The Morrison family had cemented its ce as a dominant force—not just within the Association, but across multiple industries. Wealth, power, and influence were at their fingertips, making them untouchable in Isonridge.


    Here, they were royalty.


    Reece, dressed in a custom-tailored ck suit, carried himself with the effortless elegance of a man ustomed to standing above others.


    Normally, the women in attendance would have been utterly captivated by his presence. But today, something was different. After seeing Kristopher Norris, their perception of Reece seemed to shift.


    If such elegance existed even in Orkset, then perhaps they had been confined to their small world for too long, oblivious to the breathtaking changes beyond their reach.


    Reece’s gaze swept across the room beforending on Kristopher. A flicker of displeasure shed in his eyes.


    And then—Aliza. She clung to Kristopher’s arm, their intimacy undeniable. Reece’s jaw tensed. If Carrie saw this, would she be hurt?


    Yet, forcing Kristopher and Aliza to leave would draw too much unwanted attention.


    The Morrisons could silence any rumors within Isonridge, but the inte was beyond even their control. Carrie had a growing presence in the entertainment industry, and any reckless move would bring unnecessary scrutiny onto her and the Morrison name.


    The weight of Reece’s silent judgment sent an unspoken chill through the crowd.


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