Chapter 261 My Heart Hurts So Much!
The party was filled with social elites, each exuding varying degrees of nobility and arrogance, but none could compare to Sebastian. His innate elegance and extraordinary presence made him look like a born aristocrat.
When he passed through the women's section earlier, no one dared to approach him. Now that he was in the men's section, he had just arrived when many people eagerly surrounded him, smiling and flattering him.
Most people, however, could only look on in awe, not daring to even greet him.
In Aucester, everyone knew about the genius executive of the Kingsley family. At twenty, he took over as president of MBK Group, transforming the MBK Group from a traditional manufacturing business into a top financial group. He had skillfully helped MBK Group avoid two global financial crises and leveraged the collapse of Lehman Brothers to catapult MBK Group to the top of the financial world.
Sebastian alone was like an entire team—sharp and ruthless.
Who wouldn't want to establish a connection with Sebastian? Gaining his favor could lead to rapid development.
However, Sebastian always maintained a cold and distant expression, using his powerful aura to fend off many who tried to cling to him.
Brooklyn's face, once a mask of icy composure, finally flickered with a hint of emotion as she spotted Brian, the true manager of the Kingsley family, surrounded by an adoring crowd.
Standing next to Brian, soaking up the attention, was Jennifer.
In his sharp black tuxedo, Brian exuded a formidable aura, a man seasoned by decades in the business world. His presence was a blend of ruthless efficiency and unassailable confidence, making him seem nearly invincible.
Jennifer, in a deep purple dress, carried herself with all the grace and poise of a true aristocrat. Her every gesture and word reflected her high status.
Brooklyn noticed a few more Kingsley family members mingling around but didn't pay them much mind. Her focus was on Jennifer's dismissive glance and the way she disdainfully lifted an eyebrow at Brooklyn and the sapphire necklace she wore, a clear signal of her displeasure.
Brooklyn tilted her head slightly in acknowledgment, already knowing that slipping away unnoticed would be impossible.
Brian gave a quick, uninterested glance at Brooklyn and Sebastian before shifting his focus to a circle of social elites, where Megan's father, Lawrence, stood prominently.
Brooklyn felt out of place and attempted to pull away from Sebastian's arm, but he held on firmly, standing tall among the men, radiating an undeniable authority that commanded attention.
It was as if he wanted everyone to see who his wife was, his unyielding pride making it clear that he had no intention of hiding his relationship. The arrogance, while obvious, seemed to carry an undeniable charm.
Brooklyn met every gaze, whether envious, jealous, or hostile, with grace and composure. Her smile was warm and dignified, and her steps were fluid and elegant.
Quinn lounged lazily on a raised platform, wearing an enigmatic smile that left onlookers guessing.
From her grand entrance to her undeniable presence, Brooklyn had become the most stunning woman at the gala tonight.
Quinn thought, 'Sometimes she can endure and swallow her pride, and other times, she can effortlessly brush aside all doubts. But which version of her is the real one?'
Megan, fuming, slammed her wine glass down and grabbed her mother Karen's hand. "Mom, Brooklyn can't be with Sebastian! They must get a divorce! By bringing Brooklyn here tonight, he's deliberately insulting me! Mom, you know I'm…"
The truth was, it was indeed an insult to Megan, but even if Sebastian publicly humiliated her, no one would dare utter a word against him.
The crowd knew the unspoken rules: the wealthy and powerful flaunted their relationships with stars today and posed with models tomorrow. It was all part of the game.
So what if Megan was upset? What difference did it make?
Karen gently patted Megan's hand in a soothing gesture. "I'll help you, but you need to calm down first."
Megan clenched her teeth in fury, her voice trembling. "Mom, I can't stand to see them together for even a minute! It hurts so much! It's unbearable!"
Karen's gaze fixed on Jennifer with a cold, calculating smile. "A daughter-in-law who doesn't measure up in Jennifer's eyes won't be sticking around in the Kingsley family for long.
"Megan, let me go say hello to Ms. Lewis," Karen said, making her way through the crowd.
As Karen walked away, a flock of aristocratic young women quickly gathered around Megan. Some were genuine nobles, while others were simply eager to stand by Megan to catch the attention of the press.
Naturally, their conversation included a fair share of snide comments aimed at Brooklyn.
"Megan, that woman, Brooklyn, is absolutely vile. I heard she used her looks to ensnare Sebastian, using every trick in the book to make him fall for her. How dare she show up at your father's event? The nerve!"
"Seriously! Just look at what she's wearing tonight—clearly meant to attract men. She'll never change her true colors!"
Their insults grew increasingly harsh, drawing in more and more people. Whispers swirled into a tidal wave of gossip, drowning out the surrounding space. Here and there, snippets of their cruel commentary emerged, sharp and unsettling.
Brooklyn thought, 'What a bunch of lowlifes.'
In the middle of this venomous chatter, Valerie Sanchez, dressed in a flowing gown, felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around in confusion, she barely had a chance to register who was behind her before a glass of bright orange juice splashed all over her.
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