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The Billionaire’s Sudden Bride
Chapter 248
Summer’s POV
I froze, my hand automatically reaching for my purse, 520? That’s my number, fort it? 1 fondled with the ring, Cantically figging through the contents, Lipstick, phone, keys… where was that damn ?
The ballroom had gone completely silent. From across the room, I could see Victoria and Banca frantically checking their own number tags, their faces falling in disappointment when they realized they weren’t the lucky ones.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted near the stage. Elle Sinclair had pratically lunged forward, snatching the red tag from Brandon’s hand. Her face contorted in disbelief, all traces of her earlier pose vanishing in an instant
“No…” I heard her gasp, loud enough for her voice to carry. This it possible. It can’t be…
Brandon’s expression remained impassive, though I detected a hint of amusement in his eyes. What’s not possible, Elle? be sket coolly. “Is there something strange about this number?”
Elle seemed to realize her mistake, her eyes widening as she registered the crowd’s stunned reaction to her outburst. No, Brandon, I didn’t mean she stammered, her voice rising with panic. “I just thought… I mean, I didn’t expect…”
Brandon calmly reached out and took the tag back from her trembling fingers. “Monica,” he called, his tone deliberately casual, *could you please identify who holds number 520?”
I finally found my tag at the bottom of my purse. Taking a deep breath, I raised my hand and stepped forward from the crowd. Im number 520,” I called out, my voice clear and steady. “Sorry for the delay–I was searching through my bag. I thought I’d forgotten to bring it.”
All eyes turned to me as I held up the matching red tag. I was acutely aware of how different I looked from the other women in the room. My simple black dress with subtle white accents was practically austere compared to the glittering gowns and elaborate hairstyles surrounding me.
A murmur swept through the crowd as Monica stepped forward, peering at my tag. “It’s Summer Taylor, Mr. Stark,” she confirmed. “From the Projects department!”
Something flashed in Brandon’s eyes–a warmth visible only to me before his professional mask slid back into place. His lips curved into a slight smile as he regarded me. “Miss Taylor, is it?”
I nodded, feeling hundreds of eyes on me. “Yes, Mr. Stark! Thank you for this opportunity.”
“It seems Miss Taylor has excellent luck tonight,” Brandon commented, his voice carrying easily through the room.
I couldn’t help but smile. “I’m just fortunate, that’s all.”
Brandon turned slightly toward Leo, who was watching with an unreadable expression. “Schmidt, your assistant is quite stunning,
isn’t she?”
Leo cleared his throat. “Indeed, Mr. Stark.”
The exchange was interrupted by a strangled sound from Elle. She was staring at me, her face drained of color. Her finger shot out, pointing directly am. “You… you’re… Brandon, she, she-
Brandon’s eyes hardened for a fraction of a second, his gaze shifting deliberately to Jane Sinclair, who looked equally stunned. The color had drained from her face as she stared at me, her perfectly manicured hand frozen halfway to her mouth.
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Chapter 248
“Mother,” Brandon said, his voice deceptively calm, “I think Elle is tied from hosting duties today. Perhaps you should escort her downstairs for a moment?”
Jane seemed to snap out of her trance, her eyes narrowing as she studied me with sudden intensity.
“No!” Elle shouted, her voice rising to a hysterical pitch. “Brandon, im not going anywhere! This woman is a home–wrecking slut! Brandon, have you forgotten? She betrayed you! How could you possibly-
“That’s enough!” Jane cut in sharply, grabbing Elle’s arm. “Elle is indeed overtired. I’ll take her to rest. As for the annual party… carry on without us!”
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