“Well, here I am. Eighty million as a gift. But do you really think… you’re worthy?”
His expression carried that mocking half-smile, eyes full of playful malice, exactly like six years ago.
Six years ago, Daniel and I had fought like mortal enemies; in New York City society, our battles were notorious.
Our story was gossip that people still relished over tea.
All eyes were fixed on me, waiting to see how long before I ripped his mouth apart again.
Just then, my phone rang.
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star…”
The familiar nursery rhyme drifted eerily through the silent banquet hall.
Daniel let out a sharp laugh.
“Sophia, four years gone, and now you’ve regressed to children’s songs?”
I rose to my feet.
The atmosphere shifted instantly; some clenched their fists nervously.
“Are they about to fight again?”
Daniel narrowed his eyes, staring straight at me with anticipation.
I lifted my gown slightly and, with polite calm, said to those blocking my path:
“Excuse me, would you mind moving aside?”
Awkwardly, they stepped back.
I walked past Daniel, leaving everyone’s expectations unfulfilled.
The smile froze on his face.
As I stepped out of the banquet hall, I heard reporters swarm him: