Chapter 33
Chapter 33:
She lifted her gaze to Austin and asked softly, still bewildered, “Why are you here p>
After all, Austin almost never appeared at public events like this.
“Because you’re here,” Austin replied simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Colin’s chest throbbed as he watched them stand together, so effortless in their intimacy.
P𝗗𝗙𝘴 o𝗻
Only moments ago, he had entertained the foolish thought that he could play her savior.
Yet beside Austin, he looked pitifully powerless.
The orchestra resumed, but the vibrant chatter did not return. The room remained subdued, the atmosphere replaced by hushed murmurs.
Those who had been oblivious to Brinley and Austin’s relationship now understood.
And with that understanding came caution and respect. Brinley was no longer someone they would dare provoke.
One bold reporter seized the moment, stepping forward with nervous determination. “Mr. Moore, may I ask… who is this lady p>
Opportunities to question Austin in person were rare, and no journalist would let one slip by.
“She is my wife, Brinley Moore,” Austin replied without hesitation.
He paused, sweeping his gaze across the hall, his voice firm and resonant. “My wife and I share a profound bond, and I warn those harboring hidden intentions not to waste their time on cheap tricks. Anyone who dares lay a hand on my wife will find themselves facing the full power of Moore Group p>
The words slammed into Colin like a heavy blow.
The seasoned businessmen present understood the message at once. One by one, they approached Brinley to offer courtesy and goodwill.
Milly’s face had gone sickly pale as she instinctively clutched Colin’s arm, but he shook her off.
Despite the turmoil churning in his chest, Colin still forced his way toward Brinley. Wearing a stiff smile, he said, “Brinley, don’t you remember how your throat always bothered you every summer? I had someone prepare that special drink you used to like. Would you p>
“Thank you for the thought, Mr. Palmer.” Austin stepped in, his voice polite yet cold. “But I’ll take care of my wife’s needs. There’s no need for you to trouble yourself p>
His eyes flicked toward Milly. “And Mr. Palmer, perhaps you should direct more of that concern toward your wife p>
He paused deliberately, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Wait—my mistake,” he corrected smoothly. “The lady beside you isn’t your wife yet, is she p>
Milly blanched, her complexion turning chalk-white.
Colin went rigid, as if struck by lightning, his fists clenching tight.
Brinley seized the opening, slipping her hand around Austin’s arm. With a polite but icy smile, she said, “Mr. Palmer, my husband doesn’t enjoy socializing. If you’ll excuse us, we’ll be leaving now p>