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    Dn’s gaze stayed locked on the picture, his face as cold as ice. Without realizing it, his hand clenched so tightly around the phone that his knuckles turned white. The Prince of Eighshire appeared to be courting disaster.


    Abruptly, Dn rose, his expression devoid of warmth. “This meeting concludes now.”


    With those words, he strode out of the conference room, his face like thunder. Edwin quickly rushed after him.


    The attendees didn’t dare make a sound. Moments passed before they were certain Dn had truly left, and only then did they collectively release a long breath.


    “What just happened? Did thepany face some major shake-up? Mr. Scott’s face was terrifying just now. I nearly had a heart attack!”


    “I haven’t heard of any issues with operations. Maybe it’s a problem with a major ount?”


    “I think it’s safest if I stay away from him for a few days. I don’t want to be coteral damage.”


    They continued specting without reaching any urate conclusion.


    At the engagement party, Christina gazed at the three maestros before her and stated calmly, “I’d like to be your mentor. If that suits you, address me ordingly now.”


    Before her voice had even faded, all three maestros bowed at once. “Mentor, I would appreciate your guidance!” they said in unison.


    The crowd gasped, jaws dropping in astonishment.


    “Can this be real? Did they just acknowledge her as their mentor? Am I hallucinating?”


    “That tune she yed earlier could be managed by a toddler. Why were they so awestruck? Was there something I overlooked?”


    “This feels surreal. Why would they acknowledge that arrogant woman as their mentor? Especially with one of them being the Prince of Eighshire? And now they’re bowing to her!”


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    “Is the royal family in Eighshire okay with this? Even Tiana couldn’t make the Prince show such reverence.”


    “Could she be more than Brendon’s former spouse? Is she hiding some deeper role?”


    “What kind of role couldpel a Prince to bow like that? Even a head of state might not receive such respect!”


    The guests weren’t the only ones reeling—Brendon himself was clearly stunned. He kept his eyes fixed on Christina, momentarily bewildered. She looked even more luminous than before, her allure holding his gaze captive.


    Brendon realized he had never truly observed Christina with such intensity, nor had he ever noticed the transformations within her. In his memory, Christina had always seemed nd and forgettable. When had she begun to radiate such charm and brilliance?


    His chest tightened as thoughts swirled uncontrobly. Just as he was close to identifying the unfamiliar emotion flickering through his mind, Ynda’s murmur disrupted his thoughts.


    “Brendon.”


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