Anastasia didn't let the praise go to her head. She remained calm and composed, answering each question with a poise that belied her years, earning even more admiration from the crowd.
As the number of questions grew, Anastasia had no choice but to return to the stage to hold an impromptu Q&A session.
At that moment, standing on the stage, Anastasia was undeniably the most dazzling star in the entire venue.
In the audience, Harrison watched the brilliant young woman on stage, his deep eyes filled with focused, tender devotion.
Murray, however, was in turmoil. Shock and utter confusion churned within him, shattering his usual calm and elegant demeanor.
*Could this really be the same niece he had once dismissed as worthless?*
To have achieved so much at only nineteen years old—she was every bit as brilliant as Cecilia had been. And to think, the Brennan family had prized Lauren as their genius, allowing the true heir to suffer countless indignities for her sake. The irony was bitter. Before Anastasia, Lauren's supposed brilliance had faded into nothing.
Murray squeezed his eyes shut, an indescribable mix of emotions washing over him.
Meanwhile, in a corner near a side exit, two figures stood watching.
One was a beautiful, quiet girl with a sweet disposition—Juliet.
The other was a tall, lean young man wearing a mask that covered half his face, revealing only a pair of sharp, untamed eyes. He was leaning against the wall, half-swallowed by the shadows. It was Benson.
Both siblings had their eyes fixed on the stage.
Juliet's eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed with excitement as she tugged on Benson's sleeve.


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