The celebration was hosted in a mysterious castle, one that had never been open to the public before.


    This enigma added a captivating allure to the event, making it even more exclusive.


    Families from across the country treated the asion with utmost seriousness, sending their most promising young heirs to represent them.


    Each guest came with high hopes of making an impression, forging influential connections, and cementing their ce in society.


    Meanwhile, Ste and Be, held captive within the castle walls, were entirely oblivious to themotion surrounding the grand affair.


    Early in the morning, the secretary had arrived with a cheerful smile, carrying Stes gown for the evening.


    Clutching Bes hand tightly, as if it were herst anchor of reassurance, Ste reluctantly followed the secretary toward the banquet hall.


    As they moved through the corridors, Stes curious gaze wandered, taking in the grandeur around her.


    Just as they reached the threshold of the party, her eyes caught sight of someone unexpected-Howard.


    It had been a long time since shed seen him.


    To her surprise, Howard was seated in a wheelchair. Even more perplexing was the fact that he wasnt wearing the suit she had designed for him.


    Howard appeared pale, his expression tinged with weariness, hinting at a recent struggle.


    The other day, during a conversation with Ste, Howard had unintentionally let slip some information about Matthew.


    The slip had not gone unpunished-he had been harshly disciplined, leaving his legs aching from the ordeal.


    Had it not been for the necessity of his appearance at the birthday celebration, Howard likely wouldnt have attended at all.


    Despite his physical difort, Howards thoughts were clouded with confusion about the Charles familys true intentions toward Ste.


    Yet, outwardly, he masked his turmoil with his usual polite demeanor.


    With a warm smile, he greeted her, Ms.


    Anderson, its been a while.


    You look absolutely stunning tonight.


    Ste returned the greeting with equal courtesy.


    Good evening, Mr. Archer.


    As if in passing, she inquired, Mr.


    Archer, why are you in a wheelchair? Are you unwell? Howard hesitated, casting a fleeting nce at the secretary nearby before responding, Ah, Ive been a bit under the weather.


    One night, I got up and had an unfortunate fall.


    Hurt my legs.


    Just my Luck.


    Ste gave him a cursory reply, her tone polite but distant.


    You should take better care of yourself.


    Yet, inwardly, she couldnt ignore the fleeting nce Howard had exchanged with the secretary.


    It was subtle, but it left an impression.


    To Ste, it seemed as though Howard was taking cues from the secretary, as if the secretary held the real authority in this dynamic.


    Howard, however, appeared oblivious to her growing suspicions. His smile remained intact as he said warmly, Enjoy yourself tonight.


    Youve been through a lot recently.


    After tonight… I dont think well be crossing paths again.


    With those parting words, he turned his wheelchair and quietly moved away, his expression unreadable.


    The secretary stepped forward without hesitation, his professional demeanor firmly in ce as he escorted Ste into the banquet hall.


    Inside, Ste was greeted by a dazzling spectacle.


    The room was alive with energy, filled with young elites dressed to perfection.


    Women adorned in breathtaking gowns sparkled like blooming flowers, each vying to outshine the others with their beauty and presence.


    Amidst the vibrant scene, Ste couldnt shake the unease growing within her.


    The grandeur of the event seemed almost too borate, too calcted.


    What was the true purpose behind this birthday party? The secretary led Ste to a designated seat, his voice as polished as ever.