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    Yet the relentless clicking of cameras confirmed the truth.


    Anti turned gracefully, offering a faint smile before heading into the main hall.


    Momentster, chaos followed as Ethan, Mnie, and Marisa burst onto the scene in a rush.


    “We’re not even in our formal clothes yet. Hurry!” Mnie panted, tugging Ethan by the hand. “I just saw online. Maia is already inside.”


    Without hesitation, she dragged him onto the red carpet. Marisa grabbed his other hand, and the three of them surged forward together, hand in hand, rushing past a startled Anti.


    shbulbs exploded in rapid bursts, voices rising in confusion.


    “Who let those kids in? Why isn’t anyone apanying them? Where are their parents?”


    “Kids? There weren’t any children on the guest list.”


    “Not a mistake. They showed their invitations and signed in.”


    Amid the uproar, Pattie and Rnd finally arrived, moving at a far more unhurried pace.


    “d we made it,” Rnd remarked casually.


    Pattie arched a brow at him, a smile tugging at her lips. “Who knew you could drive like that? Beforew school, were you a race car driver?” Her tone carried yful admiration, certain she had chosen well in him.


    Rnd responded with only a stiff, awkward smile, saying nothing.


    His past was something he could never reveal—certainly not to Pattie. Not yet.


    The banquet hall of Harmony za glittered beneath a wash of golden light, every chandelier zing as if determined to outshine the stars themselves.


    Maia and Chris had just taken their seats in the front row when Ss strolled over.


    His stride was unhurried, his posture rxed, and that practiced smile lingered on his face. Yet the full weight of it was directed at Maia.


    “May I sit here?” His voice was light and coaxing, as though refusal had never even urred to him.


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    Maia lifted her gaze, hesitation flickering in her eyes. She couldn’t quite read his intentions, but her instincts urged caution. With Chris beside her, she had no desire to give another man space to intrude.


    Chris was prone to jealousy, and she would rather not stir unease where none was necessary.


    She parted her lips, ready to decline politely—but Chris spoke first.


    He extended a hand, his voice cool and clipped. “No. You can’t. This seat is taken.”


    Though spoken softly, his words carried a sharp edge that cut through the air.


    Ss’s smile faltered.


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