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    Hateful remarks flooded every corner of thement threads, spreading faster than wildfire.


    The abrupt shift in public sentiment sent a wave of unease through the television station’s management.


    Things took a turn for the worse when the Cooper Group’s spokesperson threatened to withdraw all future sponsorships, forcing the station head to grab the phone and immediately contact the on-site reporters.


    Momentster, the focus of the broadcast changed. Wront TV smoothly transitioned its feed to the exterior of the venue.


    There, Rosanna had just finished signing her name, sunlight catching on her pearl earrings and giving them a sharp, silvery gleam.


    “This way, Mrs. Nelson,” a staff member said with a courteous smile. “Please follow the red carpet to the main hall.”


    Rosanna lifted her chin with graceful poise, a measured smile curving her lips. Her champagne-colored evening gown hugged her figure in cascadingyers of shimmering fabric, while diamond earrings caught the sunlight in brilliant sparks. Her hair, swept into an elegant high bun, entuated her refined aura.


    Camera shes erupted around her, and Rosanna pivoted slightly, smoothing a stray strand with the effortless finesse born of long experience.


    The photographers lingered for only a moment before their lenses drifted away, drawn toward new arrivals.


    Compared to Maia’s effortless allure, Rosanna’s meticulously curated elegance felt faintly contrived, a polished fa?adeid bare under scrutiny.


    Then a sleek ck Rolls-Royce glided to a smooth halt, its polished surface gleaming like obsidian.


    The door opened, and Hurst stepped out briskly, adjusting his shirt cor with precise fingers.


    Though his expression remainedposed, a current of urgency pulsed through his movements. He had learned that Maia had already arrived, and the knowledge stirred an unfamiliar restlessness within him.


    Had it not been for the media presence, he would have slipped in through a rear entrance, bypassing the formalities to reach her side without dy.


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    Maia was already inside, and he refused to waste a single moment on ceremony.


    Hurst’s arrival immediately captured the photographers’ attention, soft gasps rippling through the crowd as they took in his striking appearance.


    “Isn’t that the owner of Cooper Vineyard? He’s incredibly dashing.”


    “I heard he was handsome, but seeing him now, it’s clearly true.”


    “No wonder women still flock to him despite his past marriage.”


    Yet not every whisper carried admiration.


    “Why the rush? He’s heading straight for Maia.”


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