He even said he’d already made a reservation for dinner—Seth would join too, and the whole family could celebrate together that evening.
Yvonne’s expression grew icy as she heard this. Without another word, she hung up the phone.
Bianca, who was already feeling humiliated, looked even more miserable after Yvonne left.
She’d worked herself to the bone for this project, running around, currying favor with one person after another, only for things to end up like this.
“What are you standing here for? Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough?” Yvonne snapped, glaring at Bianca before storming off.
Bianca hurried after her, but as she reached the door, she nearly bumped into Dylan, who stood there holding a huge bouquet of sunflowers.
Yvonne, of course, recognized Dylan—he and Bianca had been together for seven years.
Seeing him waiting at the entrance with that bright bundle of sunflowers, Yvonne frowned in confusion and glanced at Bianca.
Bianca turned her face away, refusing to meet Yvonne’s eyes.
That was all Yvonne needed to see. Her expression darkened further, beyond mere anger or disappointment.
Just then, Noreen and her team emerged from the conference hall.
Dylan, wasting no time, strode confidently toward Noreen and presented her with the bouquet.
“Aren’t you supposed to be overseas on business?” Noreen was taken aback to see Dylan here.
As one of the project’s investors, Dylan usually received regular updates from her, so she knew he was supposed to be out of the country.
To see him standing there with sunflowers in hand was a genuine shock.
“I couldn’t possibly miss such an important occasion,” Dylan said, handing over the bouquet. “Congratulations—here’s to even greater success.”
“Thank you!” Noreen accepted the flowers, beaming. “Come join us for dinner tonight—it’s my treat!”
Dylan looked regretful. “I’ll have to take a rain check. How about you treat me when I get back?”
“Work calls?” Noreen guessed.
He nodded. “Yeah, the negotiations aren’t finished yet. I’ll have to head right back as soon as I leave here.”
…
Noreen walked out of the conference hall clutching her bouquet, and was instantly surrounded by reporters waiting outside.
The bustling crowd formed a stark contrast to Bianca’s side of the building, where not a soul paid attention.
Lillian’s face was livid with anger.
The flowers she’d sent by courier had only just arrived, and in her fury she refused to sign for them, berated the delivery guy, and dumped the whole bundle straight into the trash.
When she looked back at Noreen, her eyes burned with jealousy and rage.
She’d swallowed her resentment for long enough—today, she just couldn’t take it anymore.
She was determined to see Noreen humiliated.
Ignoring Bianca’s attempts to stop her, Lillian pushed her way through the crowd of reporters, her shrill voice cutting through the noise. “There’s something you don’t know—she’s nothing but a homewrecker who stole someone else’s man!”

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