BuzzNovelChapter 2491 The celebration was hosted in a mysterious castle, one that had never been open to the public before.
This enigma added a captivating allure to the event, making it even more exclusive.
Families from across the country treated the occasion with utmost seriousness, sending their most promising young heirs to represent them.
Each guest cwith high hopes of making an impression, forging influential connections, and cementing their place in society.
Meanwhile, Stella and Bella, held captive within the castle walls, were entirely oblivious to the commotion surrounding the grand affair.
Early in the morning, the secretary had arrived with a cheerful smile, carrying Stellas gown for the evening. Clutching Bellas hand tightly, as if it were her last anchor of reassurance, Stella reluctantly followed the secretary toward the banquet hall.
As they moved through the corridors, Stellas curious gaze wandered, taking in the grandeur around her. Just as they reached the threshold of the party, her eyes caught sight of someone unexpected-Howard.
It had been a long tsince shed seen him.
To her surprise, Howard was seated in a wheelchair. Even more perplexing was the fact that he wasnt wearing the suit she had designed for him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHoward appeared pale, his expression tinged with weariness, hinting at a recent struggle.
The other day, during a conversation with Stella, Howard had unintentionally let slip sinformation about Matthew.
The slip had not gone unpunished-he had been harshly disciplined, leaving his legs aching from the ordeal. Had it not been for the necessity of his appearance at the birthday celebration, Howard likely wouldnt have attended at all.
Despite his physical discomfort, Howards thoughts were clouded with confusion about the Charles familys true intentions toward Stella.
Yet, outwardly, he masked his turmoil with his usual polite demeanor.
With a warm smile, he greeted her, Ms.
Anderson, its been a while.
You look absolutely stunning tonight.
Stella returned the greeting with equal courtesy.
Good evening, Mr.
Archer.
As if in passing, she inquired, Mr.
Archer, why are you in a wheelchair? Are you unwell? Howard hesitated, casting a fleeting glance at the secretary nearby before responding, Ah, Ive been a bit under the weather.
One night, I got up and had an unfortunate fall.
Hurt my legs.
Just my Luck.
Stella gave him a cursory reply, her tone polite but distant.
You should take better care of yourself.
Yet, inwardly, she couldnt ignore the fleeting glance Howard had exchanged with the secretary.
It was subtle, but it left an impression.
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To Stella, it seemed as though Howard was taking cues from the secretary, as if the secretary held the Π real authority in this dynamic. Howard, however, appeared oblivious to her growing suspicions. His smile remained intact as he said warmly, Enjoy yourself tonight.
Youve been through a lot recently.
After tonight... I dont think well be crossing paths again.
With those parting words, he turned his wheelchair and quietly moved away, his expression unreadable.
The secretary stepped forward without hesitation, his professional demeanor firmly in place as he escorted Stella into the banquet hall.
Inside, Stella was greeted by a dazzling spectacle.
The room was alive with energy, filled with young elites dressed to perfection.
Women adorned in breathtaking gowns sparkled like blooming m flowers, each vying to outshine the others with their beauty and presence. Amidst the vibrant scene, Stella couldnt shake the unease growing within her.
The grandeur of the event seemed almost too elaborate, too calculated.
What was the true purpose behind this birthday party? The secretary led Stella to a designated seat, his voice as polished as ever.
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