Chapter 268

Chapter 268:

A flicker of nostalgia softened Janice’s face. “It’s been so long since I’ve tasted Glenn’s cooking. I really miss it.”

“Let’s pencil it in after the exhibition wraps up,” Leah suggested, her tone bright.

“Deal.”

Lunch rolled on in a blur of laughter and banter.

Sierra talked a mile a minute, leaving Leah to shoot Janice a series of desperate, almost comical looks.

But Janice played it cool, savoring the poetic justice. Once upon a time, Leah had been Sierra—a whirlwind of chatter. It seemed her first hunch had been spot on—Leah and Sierra were two peas in a pod, kindred spirits through and through.

Amid the mirth, Janice’s phone buzzed with a message. She took a quick peek; it was from Nina. The photo made her pause.

Nina, in oversized sunglasses, radiated confidence with her dazzling smile. Standing beside her was Alcott, weighed down with shopping bags, his gaze fixed on her with unmistakable adoration.

Janice exhaled a quiet sigh. Alcott might not have been the epitome of fatherhood, but his devotion to Nina was undeniable. Perhaps the story behind the illegitimate son was more nuanced than it appeared.

“Janice, we’re off. Keep an eye on the Green family and Aiden for us, will you?”

The grand joint exhibition between Delgado Jewelry and Freak Design unveiled itself in spectacular fashion. Efrery’s Cultural Center buzzed with an atmosphere of opulence and celebration as the event commenced.

A parade of luxury vehicles graced the front parking lot, each one releasing its cargo of society’s elite—men and women draped in finery and adorned with glittering jewels. Their presence painted the scene in strokes of pure luxury.

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The exhibition itself stood as a testament to uncompromising excellence.

Stepping inside, guests found themselves transported to a world of royal grandeur. The sumptuous atmosphere perfectly married the refined elegance of both Delgado Jewelry and Freak Design.

Janice, one of the masterminds behind the exhibition’s featured pieces, made an entrance befitting her status. Her choice of attire—a sleek black gown devoid of excessive ornamentation—celebrated simplicity through impeccable tailoring that traced her elegant silhouette.

Though free of elaborate patterns, the gown’s fabric whispered luxury with every movement. Under the exhibition lights, it rippled with subtle waves of darkness, turning Janice’s natural beauty into the evening’s most captivating display.

Even Sierra couldn’t contain her admiration. “Janice, your mere presence outshines even the jewelry on display!”

“Such a charming flatterer you are!” Janice’s fingers ruffled Sierra’s hair playfully. Since their arrival, Sierra had shadowed Janice’s every step, like a devoted assistant. She had proudly dubbed herself Janice’s “personal assistant,” declaring it her sacred duty to remain at Janice’s side throughout the evening.

“Your mother isn’t here, is she?” Janice asked, finding it odd that Leonie hadn’t shown up for an event like this.

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