With Jessica comfortably settled into her chair and Becky taking the seat beside her, Davis sighed in relief. His gaze had been on her since the moment she alighted from the car. Though he was worried about her health, seeing her dazzling amidst the crowd brought a glowing smile to his face that was difficult to hide.
Jessica pulled out her phone. Now that she was here, there were still other matters that needed to be handled. "Ethan, get someone to dig into the company launch planning of the Watts family scheduled for tomorrow," she texted furiously.
"Get the manager to add an exclusive program to the launch tomorrow and the gala tonight." She went into detail, giving him a brief of what the program should be and how it had to be organized.
Since Tricia wanted to stay low-key, Jessica didn’t mind playing at higher stakes. After all, the winner takes it all.
"Also, as the name has been unveiled, withhold the logo unveiling until later. I presume many people will want to cue in at the last minute. And note that once the logo is unveiled, no investors should be entertained."
Ethan, seated among the crowd, blinked in surprise as his phone buzzed nonstop. He hadn’t expected a stream of directives the moment she sat down. But the one message that stood out was about the Watts Group’s secretive launch.
"She came armed," he muttered, already rising to put things in motion. He exited his seat to arrange things accordingly.
Jessica stood, ready to mingle. As an investor and a guest, it was time to make her presence felt and to uncover fake identities that are here in prelude to the Watts family launch tomorrow.
Instantly, several young CEOs flocked to her, each eager to introduce themselves, business cards in hand, smiles polished and ambitious.
Seeing this, Davis’s jaw clenched, his gaze darkening. The temperature around him dropped almost palpably.
Alex, watching from the side, raised a brow at his friend’s reaction and felt amused at the way Davis’ face clouded with fury and couldn’t help but wonder what had come over him.
"Why are you angry?" he asked.
Davis didn’t answer. His eyes remained fixed on Jessica, now surrounded by high-profile names from Noveria’s business elite.
Alex followed his gaze—and smirked at the number of prominent and upcoming business CEOs of Noveria.
"Oh. I see. They’re circling her like moths to a flame. Besides, she is a beautiful lady."
Davis said nothing, but his silence was louder than words.
Looking at their flattering faces, the answer was very clear—they wanted to curry favor with her and perhaps ride on her coattails.
Alex took a deep breath. "I feel sorry for those young men. Too bad they don’t know who they’re dealing with," Alex continued. "She’s not just another pretty investor—she’s a power player."
His words made Davis retract his gaze from her.
"Power player? What do you mean?" he repeated, voice low, composed on the surface, but simmering beneath, his heart battling within him, questions swirling inside.
Alex raised an eyebrow. "I thought you knew. Isn’t that why she’s backing your launch? Even going this far?" Alex replied, his gaze into the distance laced with reverence and another emotion not completely concealed from Davis.

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