Chapter 429
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The head of security’s face darkened. “Ms. Reynolds!” He raised his voice but couldn’t do anything to her. Inside the Miller household, Lorraine carried privileges that came from saving Celine’s life. Unless Lorraine committed some unforgivable offense, she could do whatever she pleased within the Miller household.
Lorraine’s voice dripped with mockery. “You want it so bad? Pick it up yourself. It’s just a regular invite — not even worth checking on it. Or maybe you’re just making excuses because you have a thing for Christina?”
Offense flickered across the head of security’s face. “That’s not true, Ms. Reynolds. I follow the rules — nothing more.”
“Let’s see what Celine has to say about your loyalty,” Lorraine retorted, pulling out her phone. “By the end of tonight, you’ll be out of a job.”
She had barely tapped her screen to dial the number when a cold, commanding voice called out over the commotion, “What’s going on here? Why has everyone gathered in here?”
The moment Lorraine saw Celine approaching, she quickly pocketed her phone and hurried toward her. “Celine!” she greeted cheerfully, a bright smile lighting up her face.
Celine, who had been wearing a stern and authoritative expression just seconds earlier, relaxed at the sight of Lorraine. A gentle smile curved her lips.
“Lorraine,” she said warmly, “why haven’t you walked inside?”
“I got held up by something,” Lorraine replied, her tone syrupy.
“Oh?” Celine arched a brow, mildly curious. “What could’ve possibly held you up?”
“Someone tried to stir trouble at Kurt’s birthday banquet, but I handled it,” Lorraine said, lifting her chin proudly.
Celine’s eyes narrowed, her gentle expression vanishing as her gaze swept sharply across the hall. Her voice turned cold. “Who dared create trouble at a Miller family event?”
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The room seemed to shift. Even those with no part in the situation instinctively lowered their eyes, avoiding her icy stare. Meanwhile, those who had been secretly enjoying the drama turned their attention toward Christina.
Following their gaze, Celine’s eyes landed on Christina.
Christina stood tall and composed. Her pristine white evening gown made her presence impossible to ignore, and the quiet confidence in her eyes was even more striking. She looked like she belonged here, and nothing about her seemed shaken or guilty.
Celine studied Christina for a moment, intrigued by her poise.
“She’s the one,” Lorraine said suddenly, pointing an accusing finger at Christina. “She’s the one causing trouble.”
Christina stayed perfectly composed, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.
Celine stepped forward, voice calm but firm. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
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