After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Selena smiled faintly. "Yeah, I know."

"What's next?" Aveline asked.

"I'm hungry. Let's grab some food," Selena replied.

"Sure."

At the Quin family villa, the courtyard had been meticulously decorated, exuding an air of elegance and beauty.

Luxury cars arrived one after another, parking neatly in the driveway. Young men dressed in tailored suits stepped out, each looking more polished than the last.

Terence and Daisy stood at the entrance, greeting guests with broad smiles. When familiar socialites arrived with their sons or daughters in tow, Daisy would step forward to exchange pleasantries, her charm on full display. Between conversations, Daisy stole a glance at the time. Noticing that Jolie hadn't come down yet, a barely perceptible frown flickered across her face.

After whispering something to Terence, she headed back into the villa.

Inside, servers dressed in crisp shirts and vests moved gracefully among the guests, balancing trays of drinks and hors d'oeuvres. For most attendees, the so-called banquet was little more than an opportunity to network.

Upstairs, Daisy pushed open the door to Jolie's room. She found her daughter already dressed, sitting stiffly at her vanity, staring blankly at her reflection.

Daisy walked over, placing her hands gently on Jolie's shoulders. Gazing at her through the mirror, she asked softly, "What's wrong, Jolie? Are you nervous?" Jolie lowered her eyes slightly. "Who's the main target tonight?"

all. I want the other families in Larbor City to see that my daughter is as radiant as an angel. As for marriage arrangements, there's no rush." Jolie's lips twitched into a

struck yet. The right suitor

for greater benefits, the "target"

How laughable.

"I'm ready."

for any further intimacy with Daisy, so she

satisfaction,

the crowning masterpiece

poised smile, her delicate makeup

gown, she looked every inch the picture of a graceful and refined porcelain

many pairs of eyes immediately

even approached her to strike

them were men, and a flicker of faint disgust flashed

skillfully weaving her into conversations. By the end of the

then, a maid hurried over to Daisy and whispered something in

with delight, the joy unmistakable in her

caught their exchange. Her brows furrowed

Mr. Cooper?

Was it Gavin?