Chapter 594
Ashton and Perla were visibly stirred as well—though, unlike the Prince, they quickly composed themselves, standing proudly and respectfully in Christina’s presence. No one had imagined Tiana would be this young—or that her voice would sound so different from before. It was soft now, refined, nothing like the one they had heard in the past. Perhaps this was her true voice.
The entire hall fell into stunned silence. Eyes widened, jaws slackened. Some guests even blinked furiously, rubbing their eyes as if trying to shake off a hallucination. What had just happened? Why was the cold, unreachable Prince suddenly beaming at that woman? What had she typed on his phone that flipped everything on its head?
Questions flew like wildfire, but no one came close to the truth. Not one person realized that Christina—calm and composed on stage—was actually Tiana. After all, everyone had assumed Tiana hadn’t arrived yet.
Meanwhile, those who had confidently bet against Christina were beginning to squirm. Doubt crept into their eyes. Something was clearly not right.
And amid the gasps and stunned silence, no one noticed a person off to the side, phone held low, discreetly recording every second of the unfolding spectacle.
At the Scott Group headquarters, a high-stakes meeting was in full swing inside the sleek conference room.
Without warning, the door swung open with a bang, instantly drawing every pair of eyes.
Dylan’s gaze snapped to the intruder. His face was a mask of cold detachment, brows knitted ever so slightly.
A silent, suffocating pressure settled over the room. No one dared move. No one dared speak. The attendees sat frozen in place, barely breathing, inwardly wincing on behalf of whoever had just barged in.
Edwin, the intruder in question, felt the temperature drop the moment Dylan’s eyes locked onto him. A shiver crawled down his spine.
“You’d better have a damn good reason,” Dylan said, his voice low and deadly calm.
Edwin darted ahead and positioned his device in front of Dylan.
He had assumed that since his interruption was related to Christina, Dylan most likely wouldn’t hold it against him for barging into the meeting so unceremoniously.
Yet Dylan’s expression darkened sharply as he viewed the image on the device. The atmosphere in the meeting room turned frigid, as though frost had settled in the air. His presence radiated an even more dreadful intensity.
Everyone in the room trembled anxiously, a chill creeping along their backs. Strength seemed to drain from their limbs, and they instinctively felt the urge to bow before him. What was happening? Could a significant crisis be hitting the company? Why did their boss suddenly appear so menacing?
Edwin, lingering nearby, began to perspire again. He had rushed into the meeting room without thinking it through. Reflecting on the photo he had just shown Dylan, dread filled his chest. He had sent someone to monitor the engagement celebration and report any developments involving Christina. In the captured photo, the Prince of Eighshire was shown holding Christina tightly onstage.
Only now did Edwin realize his grave mistake. Showing such a photo to Dylan was guaranteed to provoke his rage. Now that Dylan had finally shown interest in a woman, another man was embracing her before he could even confess his feelings. How could he possibly remain calm?