Chapter 924:
“This is incredible! How does that woman command such attention? Who exactly is she?”
“I almost pity Mr. Scott, being the only one without a mask. And he has to fend off three men.”
“The man in the dark purple suit—could that be Robin? If I recall correctly, he was dressed in that very shade tonight.”
“Wow! Here’s a thought. Could it be that all of them chose purple suits to match the woman’s evening gown?”
“No chance! That must be a coincidence. If you’re talking about Robin, perhaps you’re right. But Mr. Scott, with his unwavering preference for black, would never trade it for a vivid color just for a woman. That’s unthinkable. I can’t imagine anyone who could make him change his style.”
The guests murmured among themselves. Edwin nearly laughed aloud when he overheard someone confidently declare that Dylan would never alter his way of dressing for a woman. For anyone else, Dylan indeed would not have changed—not even slightly. But Christina was different. She had already claimed Dylan’s heart. Being the chosen one meant bending the rules to her will.
From her place in a quiet corner, Chloe narrowed her eyes in frustration and clenched her jaw. She recognized two of the men instantly, her hands curling into tight fists at her sides.
“Humph!” Chloe huffed. “They’re infuriating! I went to such lengths to create this opportunity for my brother, and now they’re destroying it.”
She could identify two of those men—Robin and Elliott. She recognized the man in the vivid purple suit, but his presence screamed trouble—a formidable rival, if ever there was one.
Eloise dared not defend Elliott. She pressed her lips together, though a proud smile broke through despite herself. Elliott had courage—brazen enough to make a move right there in front of everyone.
𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘴⸳ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“My brother is truly in a bind, facing one rival after another. I’m honestly afraid he won’t be able to best them,” Chloe said wearily, anxiety weighing heavily on her as she thought of Dylan’s predicament.
“pfft…” Eloise tried to hold back, but finally, she burst into laughter.
Chloe spun around instantly, placing her hands on her hips and glaring playfully at Eloise, her cheeks puffed out in indignation. “Humph! And you still think it’s funny? Look at your brother—why is he tangled up in this mess?”
Eloise let out an awkward chuckle. “To be fair, I think it’s a contest of equals. It’s all about who can win Christina’s heart first.”
“You’re right, but I want her to be my sister-in-law,” Chloe muttered with a pout.
“I want her to be my sister-in-law too. And, to be honest, if I weren’t so straight, I’d want to marry her myself,” Eloise confessed, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
Chloe’s eyes widened as a sudden realization struck her. Dylan’s rivals in love might not be limited to men. Women could be contenders too.
“Oh no… My brother’s in real trouble. He has to fight off both men and women!” Chloe slipped her arm through Eloise’s and leaned against her, her posture sagging with defeat.
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