The Wheeler Group had lost much of its former prominence due to its CEO’s divorce and other setbacks, resulting in a sharp drop in its city ranking. Furthermore, Neil’s paralysis had become a source of mockery for many.
Their sarcasm grew even sharper upon learning that Neil was set to inherit a significant oil field. News spread that Carol planned to gift the land to Neil at this banquet, drawing a large crowd.
The event was hosted at Granville’s most opulent hotel. Attendees were clad in fine suits and elegant gowns, forming small groups that buzzed with speculation about the events of the evening.
“Is the news about the oil field true or just a rumor? I’ve never heard about it before,” whispered one attendee.
Another replied, “Don’t you know? This land was part of Mrs. Wheeler’s dowry. She’s held onto it for years and might now consider transferring it to her grandson due to the Wheeler Group’s recent struggles.” The speaker couldn’t resist a deep sigh. Official source is find?novel.net
“If only I could inherit such a vast oil field. No one would dare mock Neil then.”
As conversations flowed, someone abruptly announced, “Mr. Wheeler has arrived.”
Instinctively, all eyes shifted towards the entrance. Neil appeared in his wheelchair, with Lise, dressed in a stunning gown, gracefully pushing him into the room. Despite the rumors of Neil’s disability, many had remained skeptical.
Now, seeing him in the wheelchair, thoughts stirred anew among the attendees.
Neil’s face was stern, his eyes scanning the room with a penetrating darkness. He had pinpointed several figures in the crowd who had recently targeted the Wheeler Group. He was ready for retaliation.
Beside him, Lise maintained a perfect smile. Her gown was a soft champagne shade, paired with minimalistic makeup, giving her the look of a refined lady.
As she maneuvered the wheelchair, Lise felt the hostile glares and clenched her teeth in silence.
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Damn it.
She never expected Neil’s condition to turn out like this. If she had known, she might not have pursued him. Their highly publicized wedding had been announced globally, and she was here as Neil’s fiancée.
The title and status she had once longed for were now burdens she despised.
Yet, having come this far, Lise had no choice but to bear it.
An onlooker glanced at Neil’s legs and murmured sympathetically, “So young, yet confined to a wheelchair? Life’s blows can be so cruel at times.”
Neil appeared indifferent, absorbing these remarks. Just then, someone said, “Katelyn has arrived!”
Surprise flickered in Lise’s eyes.
How could that detestable woman show up at such a crucial gathering?
Neil, on the other hand, simply smiled.
Perfect timing!
He wanted Katelyn to witness his resurgence with her own eyes.
Under the scrutiny of all present, Katelyn walked into the room slowly.
She wore a gray gown of her own design, featuring a daring neckline and an ankle-length skirt. Her outfit maintained its usual crisp, clean lines, free of any adornments, yet the design radiated an air of sophistication.
Her makeup was bold, with dewy eyes and striking red lips.
This blend of allure and aloofness set Katelyn apart, ensuring she caught everyone’s attention.
As Katelyn entered, the murmurs around her intensified.
“What’s happening? Is Katelyn, the ex-wife, here to stir up trouble?”
“Maybe she regrets her divorce now that Neil is set to inherit an oil field. Could she be looking to get back together?”
“When I first saw Lise, I thought she looked quite appealing, but next to Katelyn, she seems to fade into the background.”
Upon hearing this, Lise felt an overwhelming urge to confront the speaker.
Regaining her composure, she approached Katelyn, her tone slightly uneasy as she spoke.
“Katelyn, today’s event is very significant. It might be best for you to just leave.”
“Why should she leave? She’s my esteemed guest.” A voice suddenly sounded from behind them.
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