?<strong>Chapter 784:</strong>


    But Kristopher? He was unbothered. His icy gaze met Reece’s head-on, utterly unfazed.


    The tension was cut when Torrie Herrera stepped forward, her pace unhurried, her expressionposed.


    “Reece, we’re here to celebrate Ms. Campbell’s return to the Morrison family.”


    With a practiced smile, she presented an elegantly wrapped gift box.


    Reece didn’t move to ept it. Unfazed, Torrie lifted the lid herself. Inside sat an exquisite solid gold music box—a miniature grand piano, its craftsmanship impable.


    Every curve and detail radiated opulence.


    The gold alone weighed nearly a pound, but its true worthy in the exclusivity of the piece.


    The moment the onlookersid eyes on it, hushed murmurs spread through the room.


    They recognized it instantly. A rare collector’s item—not avable for purchase. A true treasure. Its estimated value? At least three million.


    Torrie’s voice carried through the stunned silence.


    “I heard that Ms. Campbell has joined the Music Association. Since she is a descendant of Josh and now has the personal guidance of Kendall, I’m sure she will lead the Morrison family to even greater heights.”


    On the surface, it sounded like praise. But the underlying meaning was an undeniable pressure. Carrie had every possible advantage. She was a Morrison by blood. She had the best mentor. She had the name, the heritage, the resources. If she failed—if she didn’t rise to greatness—the me would fall solely on her. A cleverly veiled challenge.


    The crowd watched closely, anticipating Carrie’s reaction, waiting for a flicker of difort or hesitation. But before the moment could stretch too long, the attention subtly shifted. Back to Aliza and Kristopher.


    A whisper rippled through the room.


    “I wonder what Aliza brought?”


    The question wasn’t asked out of genuine curiosity. It was bait—a quiet challenge meant to highlight her inferiority.


    Under normal circumstances, Aliza would have been forced to endure humiliation in silence. But today? Today was different. Kristopher was beside her. And his presence alone was enough to restore the dignity she had once lost.


    The corners of Aliza’s lips curled upward, a slow, deliberate smirk. Without hesitation, she reached into her designer handbag and retrieved a small box. She opened it.


    Insidey an exquisite piano pendant—a piece so breathtaking that even the wealthiest among them felt their breath catch.


    The keys of the piano were iid with blue and pink diamonds, wlessly cut, representing the ck and white keys of a grand piano.


    This wasn’t just luxury jewelry. It had once belonged to the Janfort royal family—an irreceable heirloom that had been auctioned off andter acquired by a mysterious tycoon for tens of millions.


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