Jonathan’s eyes were deep-set, his nose perfectly straight. Dressed in a flawlessly tailored, dark gray suit, he carried himself with a casual laziness that somehow radiated an undeniable authority.
Every head in the room swiveled in his direction.
He stood with one hand in his pocket, his face so handsome it commanded respect. The veins on his exposed forearm hinted at the strength beneath, while a storm brewed in his eyes.
The guests looked from Jonathan to Stephanie and back again.
Wife?
Who was his wife?
Could he possibly mean... them?
The idea that these two, who seemed to exist in entirely different orbits, were married was inconceivable.
Quennel's expression turned grim in an instant. Jonathan? What was he doing meddling in this?
Everyone in Veridian knew that Jonathan and Quennel were arch-rivals.
Though they were civil on the surface, the undercurrent of competition was fierce. The Vasquez and Gonzalez families were direct competitors in over seventy percent of their business ventures.
They might exchange smiles at public events, but behind the scenes, they were constantly vying for an edge.
Ironhold Investment Group had seen explosive growth in recent years. While Verdant Grove Capital was no slouch, it was only after partnering with the Meridian Consortium that they could even be considered in the same league as Ironhold.
And now, it seemed the Vasquez family had managed to poach the woman who was supposed to solidify that unbreakable alliance?
“Is Ms. Jackson really with Jonathan? Then what happens to Quennel? He supported her for seven or eight years, all for nothing?”
“To be fair, Quennel was the one who wronged her first. She has every right to marry someone else.”
“Exactly. And if you’re going to marry someone else, it might as well be someone more powerful than your ex. It’s the best way to get even.”
The air was thick with speculation.
Even the onlookers found it unbelievable, let alone Quennel himself.


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