h4Chapter 184: Chapter 184/h4

    The silence of his office grew louder, and the sting of neglect settled deeper. His jaw tightened as he stared nkly at the screen, his mind drifting between anger and longing. No... she shouldn’t forget me. She can’t. He thought. And as he sat there, the fire of determination slowly reced his gloom. If Cora wouldn’t give him a ce in her world willingly, then maybe he would have to carve that ce for himself, even if it meant stepping onto dangerous grounds to remind her that he was not a man to be ignored.

    At that moment, Lovi pushed back his chair and rose to his feet, his jaw tightening as a sharp resolve crossed his face. He had spent too much time waiting in the shadows, hoping that Cora would eventually look his way or at least acknowledge his usefulness. But now, the frustration of being ignored had reached its limit.

    He whispered to himself, almost like a vow, "No more waiting. No more ying it safe. If opportunity won’te to me, then I’ll carve it out myself." His eyes burned with a dangerous determination as he paced the length of his room, already sketching out strategies in his mind. He knew it would take precision, patience, and clever timing one wrong move and Cora would see right through him. But one perfectly executed y could entangle him in her life forever.

    Lovi wasn’t blind to her strength; he knew Cora wasn’t like other women she was powerful,manding, and fiercely independent. But that only made the challenge sweeter. If he managed to weave himself into her world, not only would he secure a woman of unmatched caliber, he would also secure influence, power, and a wedge into a future no one could ever strip from him.

    He paused by the window, looking out into the city lights that flickered like a thousand watchful eyes. "This is it," he muttered, his voice steady with conviction. "Opportunities like this don’te twice. And I refuse absolutely refuse to miss it."

    ***

    It was the next day, and the air around Everything Luxury carried the weight of exclusivity and anticipation. Outside the towering ss doors, the entrance was a flurry of movement, sleek cars pulling up one after another, chauffeurs rushing to open doors, and photographers stationed strategically to capture the arrivals of society’s most influential women. The soft red carpet shimmered under the afternoon sun, lined with gold ropes that guided the guests into the grand showroom. The entire avenue was buzzing and bubbling with chatter,ughter, and camera shes.

    Inside the hall, the atmosphere was even more enchanting. The chandeliers dripped with crystals, sparkling against the light, casting tiny rainbows across the walls. The air was thick with expensive perfume. Every table was adorned with wless decorations, and the seats were already filled with some of the most notable women in society. Yet, despite the grandeur and the gathering of wealth and influence, there was a strange pause in the air. They were all waiting not for the event to begin, but for the arrival of the one person who held the diamond invitation.

    Whispers ran across the room, curious eyes darting from one guest to another, specting. Who could she be? Who had received the invitation so rare, so prestigious, that it symbolized ultimate recognition by Everything Luxury? No one knew for certain.

    Meanwhile, seated near the front, Victoria leaned slightly toward Abigail, her lips curling into a pleased smile.

    "I must say, Abigail," she began, her voice low yet brimming with excitement, "I am very, very happy that you actually used your connection to get me here. Truly, if not for you, I wouldn’t even have this chance today."

    Her eyes sparkled as she nced around the hall, admiring the luxury on disy, the array of women dressed in gowns that screamed wealth and power. She tapped her bronze invitation card lightly against herp as though it were a trophy.

    "Do you know," she continued, her tone filled with pride, "when I spoke to my people, they said it was impossible because of the time. But you spoke to your people, and look at this, I was given a bronze invitation. Bronze!" She held it up slightly as if to prove her point. "And I love it so much. You really did well, Abigail. Without you, I would have missed all of this these goodies, this exquisite gathering, the chance to meet so many influential women who actually shape society. Why on earth would I want to miss something like this?"

    At that moment, upon seeing the sparkle in Victoria’s eyes and the excitement bubbling in her voice, Abigail couldn’t help but smile gently. She leaned in a little closer to her and said warmly, "Well, there’s something I’ve been meaning to do for you for some time now. I know how much you love gatherings like this. It suits you perfectly. Honestly, you were made for things like this elegance, attention, mor it fits you to the teel."

    Abigail’s voice was calm but carried a kind of quiet authority, the kind that would make anyone feel like they were in good hands. "So just rx, enjoy everything, and soak it all in. Don’t think about anything else. As for the dresses, you’re going to get the very best. I’ll make sure of it. Very exclusive. Very elegant. Handpicked, and yes, everything is on me today. I mean everything. The bills, the essories, whatever you want. You’re not lifting a finger today, Victoria. Just be your fabulous self."

    At that moment, Victoria’sugh rang out a real, delighted, high-pitched kind ofugh that turned a few heads nearby. She ced one hand dramatically over her chest and said, "And that, Abigail, is why I’m rooting for you! You and my brother must work. It’s not even a question anymore. You must work." Her voice was yful, but it was clear she meant every word.

    Abigail chuckled softly, shaking her head as if amused by Victoria’s endless matchmaking spirit, but before she could respond, Victoria leaned closer again, her voice dropping slightly with anticipation. "I have very good news for you," she said, eyes glinting with excitement. "My brother he was summoned to the house yesterday. And guess what?"