Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 341

Not far away, Sandra Taylor watched the whole scene, practically seething with jealousy. She clenched her jaw and glared daggers at Camila Davis.

This was supposed to be her moment. In her mind, all eyes at the summit should’ve been on her.

But now, Camila Davis was the one stealing the show.

Sandra dug her nails into her palm and shot a look at Jordan Smith, who was standing next to her.

Jordan, for his part, had a complicated expression. He couldn’t help but be impressed by Camila Davis tonight.

She was nothing like the woman he remembered from the Smith household, the one who used to fret over grocery lists and laundry. Tonight, Camila was poised and confident, holding her own among the city’s top business players as if she’d been born for this.

It was almost impossible to look away from her. Her presence was magnetic.

Sandra noticed the shift in Jordan’s gaze and felt a stab of bitterness. She tugged on his sleeve, trying to snap him out of it. “Jordan, let’s find our seats, okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied, finally snapping back to reality. “The seats are pre-assigned, so I could only get you something in the last row. We’ll have to split up here—I need to head up front.”

Sandra nearly lost her cool. The last row? Seriously? She had to sit tucked away in a corner like an afterthought?

But with Jordan watching, she had to keep her composure, playing the sweet, agreeable girlfriend. “Alright, you go on ahead.”

She gave him a little wave as he walked away, but the moment he was gone, her cheerful act dropped, and she clenched her teeth in frustration.

There was no way she’d just accept this. After tonight, she was determined to network with the big shots here—she’d prove she was every bit as good as Camila Davis.

Meanwhile, Jordan made his way to his seat in the front row. Despite the recent scandals plaguing the Smith Group, they were still the wealthiest family in Harrisburg, so the summit organizers weren’t about to snub him. His seat was close to the center.

Camila was seated on the left; he was on the right, with several empty seats between them.

As he arrived, people started to notice. Plenty of attendees were eager to cozy up to the Smith Group, so he was soon surrounded by greetings and handshakes.

Camila overheard the flurry of compliments. She glanced over, her eyes meeting Jordan’s for a split second. Her expression was unreadable—she looked right through him as if he were just another stranger in the crowd.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify