Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 454

"I heard that your precious new executive has set his sights on the jewelry industry lately. You gracing us with your presence tonight, Mr. Langley... let me guess, you're desperately trying to snag a partnership with Lumina Jewelry to plug that massive financial hole?"

Mr. Langley's face twisted into an ugly scowl. He shot Layla a glare filled with apprehension and fury—this crazy woman had actually investigated the Langley Group's internal finances!

"Lowell, you're the man of the hour right now. You need to keep your eyes peeled when picking partners, lest you get scammed by some hollow shell of a company." Layla turned back, giving Lowell a playful, warning wink.

"Thank you for the advice, Ms. Sheridan." Lowell offered a smooth, flawless smile, expertly dodging the trap. "The Lancaster family has only reached a preliminary agreement with Astraea Group. When the time is right, I'm sure everyone here will have a fair shot at a partnership."

Hearing this diplomatic yet open-ended response, Layla's eyes gleamed as she curled her red lips in satisfaction.

While they were locked in their subtle battle of words, a sudden commotion rippled through the loud banquet hall. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, automatically stepping aside to clear a path.

Lowell turned at the noise and saw Emmett Osborne and Quentin Quincy marching side-by-side through the entrance, flanked by over a dozen men in black suits.

An overwhelming, suffocating pressure instantly blanketed the room.

Watching this aggressive, battle-ready entourage, the guests collectively sucked in a sharp breath.

This wasn't an entrance for a business summit; it looked like they were here to tear the place down!

Lowell's brows knitted tightly, a flash of worry crossing his eyes.

If Quentin and Emmett decided to launch an all-out assault tonight, everyone in the room would be too terrified to breathe, let alone stand up for Astraea.

"Everyone, don't mind me. I'm just here to see the show. No need to be so tense." Quentin's voice wasn't loud, but it carried perfectly to every corner of the room. His relaxed posture made him look like the true host of the evening.

This brazen attempt to hijack the room left many guests secretly groaning in despair.

If Phoenix couldn't put this powerhouse in his place tonight, everyone present would likely face brutal retaliation from both the Quincy and Osborne families.

"Mr. Quincy, welcome to the Astraea Group summit."

A cool, resonant female voice suddenly echoed through the hall. Though not loud, it possessed an undeniable piercing quality that instantly sliced through the room's tense undercurrents.

All eyes snapped toward the source.

Phoenix stepped into the light, dressed in a sweeping midnight-blue evening gown, every step radiating absolute confidence.

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