Upon reaching the Brando estate, Silva took in the grand mansion that easily put her father's house to shame. The entrance was adorned with lush plants and a magnificent fountain, while a serene pond lay further back.
Security personnel stood in dutiful positions, their presence a clear display of the household's influence. From the car window, Silva observed the lively celebration outside—guests engaged in cheerful conversation, glasses clinking in the warm evening air.
"I know the head of the Brando family is a business tycoon, but this many people celebrating his cancer recovery at 79? That's way too good to be true—without a few hidden enemies among them." She smirked, suspicion flickering in her gaze.
As Christian stepped out of the car, the moment his presence registered, every security guard instinctively stiffened, their attention snapping toward him.
"Amusing," Silva mused, her smirk deepening slightly.
Christian turned to her, opening the door and extending his hand. "Shall we?" he asked with a faint smile.
Placing her hand in his, Silva suddenly felt a sharp tug, her breath hitching as she stumbled forward. Before she could react, Christian's arm wrapped around her waist, steadying her.
"Easy there," he whispered into her ear, his voice carrying a quiet amusement.
Silva's pulse quickened—not from the fall, but from the realization that it had been deliberate.
"What was that for?" she thought, narrowing her eyes slightly.
Just then, her attention shifted to the second-floor balcony. A familiar presence stood there, watching her intently—June. Their eyes met, June's expression dark with hatred, flanked by two of her friends.
Silva's smirk twitched ever so slightly.
"Now, follow my lead," Christian's voice murmured beside her.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Silva smiled, effortlessly masking her irritation.
"Sure thing," she replied sweetly, ensuring their performance remained convincing.
Without hesitation, she wrapped her arm around Christian's, stepping forward in perfect sync with him.
"Make no mistake, Christian—I hate being commanded," she thought, her expression calm and composed as her family watched them intently.
"But for now, since you've given me my freedom from them, I'll play along… for a while."
Meanwhile, June stood on the upstairs balcony, watching the scene unfold below. The murmurs of admiration from the guests reached her ears.
"They look like such a beautiful couple."
The words made her stomach twist.
"No way… she actually married Christian?!" Rein gasped, her shock evident. To her, the entire scene felt like an elaborate prank.
Marree remained silent, observing the interaction below before shifting her gaze to June—whose eyes burned with pure malice.
Sensing their unease, June suddenly smiled and turned back to them. "Alright, girls. I'm heading out now. I'll catch you both later." She patted their shoulders lightly. Both stiffened at her touch.
Leaning in, she whispered coldly, "You two better keep your mouths shut from here on out."
With that, she left.
As June strode hastily toward the celebration hall, she scanned the room upon entering. Her gaze immediately locked onto Silva's.
A cold, piercing stare met her own.
"Good thing I planned ahead…" June smirked inwardly. "I'll ruin you before your comeback, Silva."
As she had contacted Micheal before coming here.
"Are you just going to let her go like that?"
She began with slick smile.
"Besides this party is the best way to place your tag on her publicly. Christian will have no choice but to divorce now that the public has been informed."
"Of course not. But now you brought it up, it's a light work. So please rest assured, am not willing to let go of her, not when am this close to getting my hands on her than never before!"
Micheal said smoothly with slick smile.
"That's good, and I hope you don't disappoint me today too."
"No, rather us!"
June slick said grabbing her ice coffee.
****Back to the present.****
Meanwhile, Silva, meeting June's glare, simply smiled—a knowing, taunting expression. Then, without a word, she turned and began walking toward the exit.
"Come on, June. Follow me if you dare." Silva thought, stepping outside with a confident stride.
The room seemed captivated by her presence, whispers rippling through the crowd as they commented on her beauty—especially the striking blue of her pupils.
"While he's handling business with his grandparents, I'll handle some of my own." Silva's eyes gleamed as she disappeared beyond the doors.