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Chapter 228 Chaos at the Banquet
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Foster watched the two of them shamelessly flaunting their love and felt like he’d just taken a thousand blows straight to the chest. Ever since the boss had Ms. Sinclair in his life, it had been public displays of affection everywhere, all the time; the man flipped his personality like a switch, leaving his subordinates wondering if he’d developed a second identity-with zero transition time.
As the two stepped into the castle, the banquet hall opened up before them, steeped in rich Murican flair. Exquisite carvings adorned the walls; gold accents clashed with vibrant colors, making the space look even more magnificent and opulent.
Clusters of guests gathered in twos and threes, chatting animatedly, clinking glasses. Waiters moved gracefully among them with trays of red wine, filling the air with its heady fragrance.
But the moment Sebastian and Lillian walked in, silence swept through the room. After all, Sebastian had always been something of a living legend in Europe’s upper crust; no one had expected him to show up tonight.
What stunned them even more was the sight of him holding a girl’s hand as he entered—a girl with an almost ethereal presence. She was like an elf, a dream brought to life; her breathtaking beauty carried none of the deep, striking sharpness of Western women, but a quiet, unique allure all her own.
Just then, a deep, aged voice rang out. “Mr. Whitmore, what an honor to have you here; forgive us for not greeting you sooner p>
An older man strode toward them with measured steps, and beside him was Everly.
She was striking in a long crimson gown, the fishtail hem hugging every curve of her body. Her glossy, voluminous curls had been swept elegantly to one side, and her flawless makeup made her delicate features all the more enchanting.
Lillian’s eyes flicked over the woman, and she had to admit-Everly was stunning. No wonder the old earl doted on this granddaughter.
Everly approached with a radiant smile, her voice dripping with honey. “Sebastian, I’m so glad you came. I was worried you might not show p>
Lillian instantly felt goosebumps crawl up her arms; she rubbed them without thinking.
Sebastian noticed and asked immediately, “Are you cold p>
Glancing at Everly, Lillian tilted her head and, with deliberate sweetness, said, “Sebastian, is this big sister of yours?” She gave an involuntary shiver, doing her best to mask the wave of disgust that washed over her.
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Chapter 228 Chaos at the Banquet
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Sebastian, of course, didn’t miss the sly gleam in her eyes. Smiling faintly, he replied, “I don’t have a sister that old.” Then, turning to Everly, his tone cooled. “To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Miss Chris, you’d better address me as Mr. Whitmore. I don’t want my fiancée to get the wrong idea p>
“Fiancée!” Everly’s sharp, incredulous voice cut through the room, drawing every eye their
Cary’s gaze turned sharp as a blade as he shot his granddaughter a warning glare, then smoothed it over with a genial smile. “Everly has been spoiled by me, Mr. Whitmore; please don’t take it to heart. But your fiancée looks unfamiliar. Which family is she from p>
Of course, Cary already knew who Lillian was, but he asked anyway, feigning ignorance.
Sebastian’s expression softened as his eyes swept over Lillian. He smiled and said casually, “She’s a girl I raised myself p>
The room collectively gasped at his words.
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Everly’s face twisted as she snapped, “You’re lying. She’s just some nobody from a backwater place—and an orphan at that—with no background at all. There’s no way you raised her.” She couldn’t understand why Sebastian would reject an advantageous marriage alliance with her for a girl with no power, no status-nothing.
Sebastian’s gaze turned razor-sharp as it landed on her; his voice, cold and cutting, carried a chill that could freeze bone. “And since when,” he said, each word deliberate, “did my fiancée need the approval of the Chris residence p>
His words made Cary’s eyes flash with a dark warning; he quickly smoothed his features and let out a hollow laugh. “Mr. Whitmore, you misunderstand. Everly is young and impulsive. I hope you won’t hold it against her p>
Lillian, however, wasn’t about to let it slide.
She smiled coolly, her tone biting. “Ms. Everly is a grown woman, a member of the Chris family; and yet here you are, blurting out whatever you please, in front of everyone, no less. Truly eye-opening. So this is what passes for noble upbringing p>
“You-” Everly started, only to be silenced by the sharp, warning glare Cary shot her
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