Chapter 388 The Engagement Party, Patricia Meets Martin
The engagement party, held at the Koch family estate, wasn't just a warm and romantic scene.
In the heart of the grand hall, a stage was set amid a circle of crystal columns, each topped with purple tulips—a fiery declaration of love.
Tulips usually bloom from March to May, yet here they were, in the deep of autumn, out of their normal blooming season. The Koch family's decision to fly in tulips from abroad was proof of their affection for their granddaughter.
Yet here they were, in the deep of autumn, out of their normal blooming season.
That Stepping into the venue, the Koch family went to the trouble of flying in tulips from abroad just proved how much they doted on their granddaughter.
soft fragrance of youth greeted your senses. The gentle strains of melodious music caressedplayed, caressing every corner of the room.
Pink balloons floated at the ceiling, adding a delicate touch to the atmosphere.
Stepping into the venue, a soft fragrance greeted the senses.
The subtle essence of youth.
YouAt a glance, you could tell at a glance that the designer of this banquet was a girl with a bubbly spirit—, naïive and romantic, filled with endless dreams of love.
Around the hall, men were decked out in sharp suits, and women dazzled in exquisite evening gowns.
Patricia, wearing a trendy little jacket by ONLY, made an entrance that captured everyone's attention.
They gawked at her as if she were some kind of spectacle.
"Who is she? To dress so informally for such an important occasion?"
"Indeed!. Doesn't she know it's Miss Koch's engagement party today? Such casual attire doesn't speak well for her regard of the Koch family."
"Wait, I know all the socialites from Country Y, but I don't know who she is."
"Right, I don't recognize her either!. I've never seen her before."
"So, who is she? What is she doing here?"
They didn't shy away from sizing Patricia up right in front ofbefore her.
Though they harbored suspicions about her identity, none dared to directly confront her, fearing she might be some big shot's companion.
Patricia couldn't be bothered with them. She found a corner to sit in, and her gaze swiftly scanned the crowd, quickly settling on Hunter. If he was colluding with the Kochs, he would meet his contact here. All she had to do was keep an eye on Hunter, and she was bound to spot that person.
If Hunter was indeed colluding with the Kochs, he would definitely meet their contact today.
All she had to do was keep an eye on Hunter, and she was bound to spot that person.
Hunter, withWith a glass of wine in hand, Hunter navigated the soirée with ease. But sooneasily. Soon, he felt a piercing gaze on him, and an ominous feeling crept up.
Following his intuition, he looked and saw Patricia in the corner, his face draining of color.
As he was about to approach and whisk her away, the lights in the venue suddenly went out.
A spotlight hit the staircase, and all eyes followed its beam.
Hunter seized the moment of distraction to make his way to Patricia.
But, but she had no intention of being caught and quickly ducked low to hide.
They engaged in a cat-and-mouse game, oblivious to Shane, who descended the stairs in the spotlight's glow.
Grace clung to his left arm, while a tall, impressively built man accompanied him on his right.
Grace dazzled in a red velvet gown with a slit from the knee down, tracing the lines of her figure and revealing her slender, alabaster legs.
Her charming brown waves cascaded down her shoulders, framing her exquisite face—she looked like a mermaid princess stepping right out of a painting.
The man on Shane's right sported a handmade Italian suit,. hHis towering stature catchingcaught the bright spotlight, and his features were handsome and sharp—almost intimidatingly so.
His calm eyes concealed a hawk-like sharpness, and his every move he made exuded nobility and grace.
"Is that the Koch family's long-lost granddaughter? She's truly beautiful."
"Yes!. Not just beautiful, but classy as well."
"How lucky can she get? To be a Koch—she must have accumulated good karma over many lifetimes."
"And the man with her, her fiancé maybe? How come he's unfamiliar? Could he be some new money?"
"You folks probably didn't know this, but he's not from Country Yhere—he's a Z-lander. EverHave you heard of the Langley family from Country Z? He's Martin, one of the Langleys Langley."
"I can't believe it's actually Martin!. I've heard about his youthful success and remarkable talent. Seeing him in person, well, fame clearly doesn't do the man justice."
"He and Miss Koch are quite the power couple—talented and beautiful, perfect for each other."
Patricia and Hunter, who were playfully engaged in a game of cat and mouse, stopped in their tracks upon overhearing the conversation and turned their gaze towards the spotlight. They froze when they laid eyes on Martin.
Upon laying eyes on Martin, both froze.
Patricia's eyes locked onto Martin, as if she could see nothing else. Her mind buzzed, the crowd around her seemed to fadefading into oblivion, and even the ambient noise dropped away—it was just Martin.
Martin.
Martin.
He was alive after all.
He was really still alive.
A boundless joy enveloped her.
Her, and her heart ached with emotion.
AlarmHunter's alarm bells went off in Hunter's head, and he knew trouble was brewing. As he tried to reach Patricia to whisk her away, it was already too late.
Overcome with ecstatic relief, Patricia pushed through the crowd towards Martin. In front of everyone, she hurled herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face. "You're alive... you're really alive. I thought you were dead."
"You're alive—you're really alive. I thought you were dead…"
Martin was alive.
What a relief!
This unexpected scene left everyone dumbstruck.
They watched in disbelief.
"Who is this woman? Why is she rushing to embrace Miss Koch's fiancé? What's their relationship?"
"This is Miss Koch's engagement party. Is she intentionally causing a scene?"
"I heard rumors that Martin from the Langley Group was already married—with a wife and three kids. Could that woman be his spouse?"
"Could it be that Martin ditched his old flame after climbing up to the Koch family? Is this the scorned wife making a scene at the engagement party?"
"What a melodrama we're witnessing!"."
"Ex-lovers and new flames—a classic love battlefield. How will this play out?"
Grace's delicate face turned ashen,Grace paled, biting her lips tightly pressed against her teethlip, and a tear shimmered in her eye, a picture of vulnerability.
Hunter's handsome face was a mask of fury, his eyes bloodshot with wrath. His hands were balled into fists so tight that the veins on the back of his hands bulged, a testament to his boiling anger.
Shane's features were a grim panorama of disgust.
He stared emotionlessly at Martin, his voice cold as ice,frosty. "What the hell is going on here? Who is she?"
Patricia seemed deaf to their exchange, her gaze fixed on the sharp contours of Martin's jawline, tears flowing unchecked.
"Where have you been all this time? Don't you know I've been worried sick? I thought you were dead."
Martin looked down at her, unfeeling as he shoved her away,. tThe lines of his face were taut, speaking in a voice colder than a winter's gale as he said coldly, "Miss, you've mistaken me for someone else. I don't know you."
Patricia froze for a moment, disbelieving and dazed,. "What did you say?"
Putting distance between them, Martin enunciated each syllable with grave sinceritysaid, "I don't know you."
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