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?"

just making an appearance, that's 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 faint,

hadn't been struck yet. The right suitor

greater

How laughable.

"I'm ready."

intimacy with Daisy, so she stood up and headed straight for

satisfaction,

the crowning masterpiece of

Jolie stepped out of her bedroom, her expression changed completely. She wore a flawless, poised smile, her delicate makeup enhancing her features. Her long curled

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

pairs of

to strike up

and a flicker of faint disgust flashed

introducing Jolie at opportune moments, skillfully weaving her into conversations. By the end of

to Daisy and whispered something in

with delight, the joy unmistakable in her

Jolie caught their exchange. Her

Mr. Cooper?

Was it Gavin?