Chapter 1240:


    News of the unfolding drama rippled across the inte, drawing countless viewers to their local television stations in a wave of breathless curiosity. Reporters swarmed the entrance of Harmony za’s grand banquet hall, hastily setting up cameras and lights to capture every moment of the evening.


    Maia appeared at the threshold, a vision in a ck evening gown that gleamed like liquid obsidian. Diamonds embedded in the fabric shed with each subtle movement, leaving onlookers utterly spellbound.


    “Good heavens, that dress is perfection,” one reporter breathed, her voice thick with admiration.


    “No wonder she sets men aze. First Vince, then udius. They lose their minds, their hearts racing just being near her.”


    “She’s extraordinary. A renowned designer,poser, and painter who’s shaken the art world. What can’t she master? And who wouldn’t fall under her spell?”


    Spectators murmured in awe as Maia glided toward the registration area.


    She signed the oversized digital screen with fluid elegance, then stepped onto the crimson carpet, her radiance undimmed. Camera shutters erupted in a relentless storm, photographers calling out directions to secure the perfect angle.


    Spection about her attendance had swirled online,ced with venomous doubt, yet her appearance eclipsed the Cooper Group g itself.


    Viewership soared, subscriptions poured in, and reporters scrambled to capture endless shots of Maia.


    “This will send our ratings through the roof,” a Wront TV correspondent eximed, relief flooding his voice. He had worried her absence would embolden detractors, but as a devoted fan, he couldn’t hide his delight.


    Though she wasn’t the first guest to arrive, Maia was among the earliest, likelying ahead of time to avoid traffic and silence her critics. The broadcast went live. “Good evening, viewers. We’re here with MCN’s chief designer, Maia Watson…”


    Just behind her, Chris cut a striking figure in a pristine white suit and dark sunsses. His closeness to Maia sparked a current of electric whispers throughout the crowd.


    “Her bodyguard? Why is he here? Does Maia get a plus-one, or is this something more intimate?” a woman draped in jewels murmured, her voice low with intrigue.


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    Herpanion, elegant in flowing silk, leaned in conspiratorially. “That’s Chris Cooper. Tied to the family, they say. But look at the way he watches her. Every step he takes mirrors hers, as if pulled by an invisible thread.”


    A wide-brimmed hat tilted closer, the voice beneath it brimming with scandalous delight. “You’re behind on Wront’s juiciest gossip. Chris Cooper, yes—but illegitimate. A notorious yboy whose gaze lingers far too long on Maia. Tell me that isn’t desire burning in his eyes.”


    “Really?” another woman murmured. “Then his closeness reeks of ulterior motives. Could he be hopelessly in love, his heartpletely ensnared by her fire?”


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