Chapter 64

As darkness enveloped the night, the villa's lights dimmed one by one, leaving only the soft amber glow of the second-floor bedroom.

Colin lay awake, the steady rhythm of MAilly's breathing beside him failing to lull him to sleep.

His phone screen glowed faintly, displaying VantagePath Realty's website. The homepage showcased Brinley standing confidently by a racetrack, her hair dancing in the breeze, her radiant smile captivating enough to draw every eye.

He gazed at the image for what felt like an eternity before switching off the screen and turning away from Milly.

Two days later, morning sunlight broke through the clouds, casting a golden hue over the scene.

The groundbreaking ceremony for Brinley's real estate project buzzed with excitement, colorful banners fluttering and upbeat music filling the air.

Brinley, dressed in a tailored red suit that accentuated her beautiful presence, took a steadying breath and ascended the stage.

A wave of applause greeted her, and her eyes instinctively swept the crowd, landing on Austin.

Clad in a casual light gray suit, tie absént and sleeves rolled up, Austin leaned against a railing, his subtle smile radiating quiet support.

Catching her glance, he lifted his water bottle in a small, encouraging gesture, as if to say, "You've got this."

Since their dinner three days prior, when Brinley had decided to try to love him, a delicate tension had simmered between them.

She had braced for awkwardness, but Austin carried on as if her words hadn't shifted a thing,his natural warmth slowly easing her nerves. Even now, he had come to support her but chose a discreet spot, ensuring he wouldn't steal her spotlight.

His admiring gaze was genuine, free of expectation, allowing her to shine without pressure.

Onstage, Brinley spoke with clarity and conviction, her voice steady as she outlined the project's vision and goals.

Her smile struck a perfect balance-professional yet warm, captivating the audience.

Below, the crowd brimmed with dignitaries, business partners, and journalists, all hanging on her words.

Brinley's gaze moved gracefully over the attendees, offering subtle nods to key figures, her poise impeccable.

Colin, who had slipped into the crowd unnoticed, stood at the edge, his eyes fixed on the luminous Brinley commanding the stage. His grip tightened on his briefcase.

He couldn't deny it-Brinley was transforming into something extraordinary.

In his memories, she was merely a charming companion, her soft voice and occasional playful outbursts endearing but unremarkable.

Yet the woman before him now exuded confidence and authority, as if destined to hold the spotlight and command the room.

He also couldn't ignore her impeccable execution of this project.

From the initial sketches to securing final approvals and now this flawless ceremony, every detail was perfect.

Brinley's ability to secure commitments from notoriously difficult sponsors was nothing short of remarkable.Whatever method she used, she had persuaded them to pour substantial resources into her vision.

"Mr. Palmer, Brinley's influence is growing undeniably stronger," his assistant whispered. "I've heard she's carving out a solid reputation in the industry, and some heavyweights think highly of her."

Colin's face clouded over, but he remained silent, his jaw tight. Unaware of his boss's mounting irritation, the assistant pressed on. "At a cocktail party the other night, I caught wind of some chatter about you... but maybe it's best not torepeat it."

"What did they say?" Colin demanded sharply.

The assistant wavered before reluctantly continuing, "They said you're clinging to Milly, who's all charm and no substance, while overlooking a true talent like Brinley. They called it a foolish choice."

"Shut up!" Colin barked, his outburst drawing curious stares from nearby onlookers.

He inhaled deeply, reining in his anger, and issued a cold directive. "Track down whoever is gossiping about me and teach them a lesson."

"Yes, Mr. Palmer," the assistant replied, quickly lowering his gaze.

Onstage, Brinley wrapped up herspeech with poise.

The next moment, fireworks burst overhead, and vibrant ribbons swirled through the air.

Brinley joined a group of dignitaries, each gripping a shovel to break ground, her dazzling smile glowing under the sunlight as the cascading ribbons framed her brilliance.

Colin watched her, a heavy pang gripping his chest, as though an invisible weight pressed against his heart.

He turned and silently slipped away from the scene.

After the ceremony, Brinley was swarmed by eager suppliers.

As she finished speaking with them, her phone buzzed with a message from Austin."Go easy·on the drinks tonight. I'll be there to drive you home."

She stared at the screen, her fingers pausing before typing a brief,"Alright."

That evening, the cocktail party buzzed with the clink of glasses, filled with Bleron's real estate elite.

Brinley glided through the crowd, a champagne flute in hand, warmly greeting familiar faces and exchanging cards with new contacts. Her demeanor was polished, her words articulate, as she deftly navigated discussions about partnerships and ventures.

"Mrs. Moore, you're truly a promising young woman," remarked an older executive with silver hair,clinking his glass against hers. "This project has real potential. Let's talk business soon."

"Thank you for your support. I am always open to a conversation," Brinley replied, her smile radiant with assurance.