CHAPTER 271: CHAPTER 271: IS THIS A CONFESSION?

"Isn’t that Clara Quinn from the Quinn Family? Was that Young President Orwell just now? Seems like she’s trying to snatch the man beside Sienna Quinn, but she got played instead."

"A girl with no leverage really wouldn’t dare to approach Young President Orwell. He may seem to like women, but everyone knows he’s not someone you can easily talk to. After seeing so many, his standards must be pretty high now."

The surrounding whispers made Clara Quinn’s face flush red as she stood there, watching Felix Orwell’s departing figure. Her face was alternating red and green, looking exceptionally displeased.

Public humiliation, Felix Orwell actually humiliated her publicly for Sienna. Is this the repayment he gives her? Does Sienna hold such a high status in Felix Orwell’s heart?

The woman bit her silver tooth hard, her expression turning increasingly ugly. But this time, she remained unusually calm, not bursting out again, and the anger in her eyes slowly subsided, though her gaze became somewhat terrifying.

By the time Felix Orwell came over, Sean Carter had already dealt with everything.

Looking at the set-up stage and the specially prepared arrangements, Felix Orwell nodded in satisfaction.

"Go let Sienna darling get ready."

Sean Carter turned his head, looking at Felix Orwell with a somewhat strange expression. Naturally, he knew what was happening and sighed. Although Clara Quinn was not a good woman, he could guess that she didn’t gain anything from Felix Orwell. Why did she go seek trouble on her own?

Felix Orwell seemed like a philanderer, but in reality, he was the least promiscuous. He would always like the person he truly liked, which is why he has been consistently good to Sienna all these years, even though he knew it was unlikely to be reciprocated.

The originally bright dance floor party suddenly darkened amid a chorus of gasps.

"A power outage? How could the pool party organized by Felix Orwell have a power outage? Wasn’t there proper preparation beforehand?" Vera Yates was taken aback. Mistakes this minor should absolutely never happen.

"Felix Orwell should have something else planned." Landon Lawson squinted. Such a low-level mistake should never happen to someone like Felix Orwell, who frequently organizes parties. Unless it’s intentional, what exactly might Felix Orwell be planning for tonight?

Just as Landon Lawson finished speaking, a spotlight focused on the highest point. At this moment, Felix Orwell stood there, and beside him stood Sienna Quinn.

Landon Lawson squinted his eyes. Those black obsidian eyes glowed even in the darkness.

Why is Sienna standing there? Why? What are they planning? Landon Lawson realized he was increasingly unable to see through Sienna, thinking he was getting closer to her, knowing her affairs. But the closer he got, the more he realized how little he knew about her back then, and he didn’t like this feeling.

The microphone was handed to Felix Orwell. Worried it might harm Sienna on the high platform, he draped his coat over her shoulders.

"Wear this; it’s a bit cold."

Sienna clutched the coat tighter, not refusing. It was indeed somewhat cold on a high platform at night.

Felix Orwell held the microphone, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at the crowd below. This haughty, world-dominating feeling made him overlook everyone else present.

"Our company has been running for a while now, as you all know. I appreciate everyone’s presence at my party today, but there’s something else I need to announce."

Felix Orwell turned his gaze to Sienna Quinn beside him, and the two exchanged glances.

The crowd below gasped, everyone knowing the strong bond between Felix Orwell and Sienna Quinn. Rumors say he returned to the country just for her. Are they about to reveal their relationship?

With a general idea in mind, the crowd turned their attention to Landon Lawson. After all, Sienna is Landon Lawson’s ex-wife. If Felix Orwell indeed disclosed his relationship with Sienna today, how would everyone view Landon Lawson?

Plus, inviting Landon Lawson to such an occasion today, was Felix Orwell intentionally trying to provoke him?

It was unclear who among these two equally exceptional men would win this rivalry.

Hearing the surrounding murmurs, Vera Yates turned to see Landon Lawson’s unpleased face, moving closer to his side, her soft hand gripping his wrist.

Deliberately asserting her claim over Landon Lawson.

Landon Lawson glanced at the girl beside him, unusually not avoiding her this time.

"Stephen, looks like Sienna might really have someone she likes now."

"Like? Someone like Felix Orwell? How ridiculous." Landon Lawson spoke coldly, the fury in his eyes gradually erupting. Even in the dark, his gaze was filled with rage.

His woman, why Felix Orwell?

Landon Lawson angrily removed Vera Yates’s hand from his arm and strode toward the platform.

"Stephen!" Vera Yates panicked, attempting to catch up to Landon Lawson but was stopped by Miles Grant.

The man shook his head at her.

"Why can’t I go over there?"

"What can you do now, if you go there? Clearly, Sienna misunderstood Landon Lawson just now. Even if he goes over, it would be useless. You don’t need to worry so much."

"Really?" Vera Yates asked, half-believing.

Miles Grant directed his gaze far away, alongside Vera, looking at Landon Lawson in the distance.

Sienna stood on the platform; she and Felix Orwell needed to announce something today. Taking a deep breath, she knew it was the final moment; her cards needed to be played.

Felix Orwell glanced at Sienna beside him. "I’m going to say it."

Sienna nodded.

"Hold on!" A cold snort echoed from below. Both Sienna and Felix Orwell turned to see Landon Lawson standing there, his expression grim.

Seeing him there froze both Sienna and Felix Orwell; neither had expected him to show up.

"President Lawson, is there something you need?" Felix Orwell’s expression turned sour. His indifferent gaze finally shifted slightly as he cautiously watched Landon Lawson.

Landon Lawson’s icy gaze swept over Felix Orwell before turning his attention to Sienna.

"Come down!"

In an authoritative tone, Landon Lawson was trying hard to keep his emotions normal.

"President Lawson, we are about to announce something important. I hope you don’t cause trouble!" Felix Orwell’s smile had long disappeared. Even if he usually joked around, it was impossible to maintain that demeanor now.

Landon Lawson repeatedly disrupted their plans; it was as if he was sent by the heavens to torment Sienna.

The unusual commotion was apparent to the people below, who began whispering again. Wasn’t Felix Orwell and Sienna supposed to announce something? Why were they suddenly interrupted?

"Hey, is that person Landon Lawson?"