Chapter 342
Chapter 342:
“I never thought my third son would be the first to bring home a girlfriend. What a twist!” Connor laughed heartily. “Once they make it official, I’ll spare no expense for their extravagant wedding.”
By then, Black Rose was ascending the stage steps.
Her elegant silhouette, accentuated by sleek black high heels, moved with the regal grace of a nocturnal queen, casting a spellbinding charm over the audience.
Dotson’s heart thrummed with exhilaration. He had envisioned Latonia in numerous ways—perhaps enchantingly lovely or strikingly plain, or she might have even been a man. However, as he saw her in person, all those fantasies dissipated, replaced by the thrilling reality that captivated his soul.
Even though Latonia’s face was concealed behind a mask, Dotson felt an unwavering conviction that beneath it lay extraordinary beauty.
“Latonia, to finally meet you in person is a dream come true.” Dotson extended his hand, eager to grasp her fingers, but she sidestepped gracefully, positioning herself on the opposite side of the stage.
Dotson, momentarily stunned, stared after her in disbelief. He soon recognized that his approach might have seemed too forward.
Indeed, meeting someone from online does come with its initial awkwardness. Through more interaction and familiarity, he hoped they could dissolve the initial strangeness and reconnect as seamlessly as they had in the digital world.
“Everyone, Latonia is just a bit reserved today. Let’s be patient and give her the space to warm up,” Dotson said, cleverly covering for his own hasty gesture while shifting the fans’ focus. “Now, I must address another issue—calling out my troublemaking sister, Janice. Despite the posts I’ve shared about her recently, she remains silent. Today, I openly challenge her. Janice, come out of hiding! Acknowledge your errors and seek forgiveness. If you can hear me, make your way to the fan gathering and publicly apologize to your family. Perhaps then, we might still forgive you.”
“Dotson, do you really see yourself as the judge?”
A voice sliced through the tension, stopping Dotson in his tracks.
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He scanned the fans, searching for the challenger, only to find every gaze directed toward Latonia.
A flicker of unease stirred within Dotson as he turned, his expression tinged with apprehension. “Was that you speaking?”
Latonia strode forward, stopping mere inches from Dotson. A mocking smile curled beneath her mask. “You called for me, didn’t you? Well, here I am.”
Dotson’s smile wavered, turning into a puzzled grimace. “What do you mean, Latonia? I’m somewhat confused.”
With a dramatic flair, Latonia lifted her hand and peeled off her mask, unveiling a strikingly beautiful visage.
When Dotson caught sight of that strikingly familiar figure, he froze in absolute astonishment.
Meanwhile, the members of the Edwards family were equally stunned, their expressions etched with utter disbelief upon recognizing the figure dominating the stage.
It was Janice.
Delilah was the most taken aback.
She stared, eyes wide and incredulous. Why on earth was Janice here? Wasn’t she supposed to be securely confined by Andrew? By this time, Bart was expected to have disseminated her compromising photographs, condemning her completely.
Yet the unfolding scene was wildly contrary to expectations.
Delilah whipped out her phone and hastily typed a message to Bart, seeking clarity.
“Delilah?” Connor inquired, narrowing his eyes at her.
Reading the skepticism in his tone, Delilah responded, “Dad, I’m as clueless as you are. I’ve just texted Bart, but he’s yet to respond.”
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