h4Chapter 186: Chapter 186/h4

    At that moment, Abigail’s lips curled in frustration, and with a harsh tone coated in jealousy, she said through her clenched teeth, "I don’t actually know who she is. But what I do know is that the person who holds the Diamond Invitation Card must be someone that Everything Lustry favored. Maybe she has some kind of special connection with the owner because we both know how far some girls go just to look important. Just to feel like they matter." Her eyes narrowed with bitterness as she continued, "It wouldn’t surprise me if she’s just someone’s mistress, maybe even the owner’s. That’s how some people get their spotlight. Not through ss or merit, but through cheap tricks."

    She paused for a second, then added with a mocking scoff, "Or maybe she’s just a glorified escort sleeping around with the right people. Either way, I’m not worried. The truth alwayses out. Let’s just wait and see if she’s really someone important or just another fake wearing diamonds to cover dirt."

    Immediately Victoria slowly nodded, keeping her face calm as she replied, "No problem. I guess we’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?"

    But just as Victoria was about to say something else, the grand double doors to thevish event room slowly creaked open. The sound echoed in the room like a dramatic cue. Immediately, all conversations hushed and every single head in the room turned toward the entrance.

    And there she was.

    A tall, elegant woman walked in with a level of poise that instantly silenced the atmosphere. Her emerald green Emirati gown shimmered under the chandelier light, clinging to her figure with elegance. Every detail of the dress, from the rich fabric to the handcrafted embroidery radiated wealth and style. But it wasn’t just the gown. Her presence, the way she held her head high, the slight curve of her confident smile it all screamed one word: untouchable.

    Gasps echoed softly throughout the room. Some people whispered. Others simply stared, breathless. Even the women who had moments ago been deeply engaged in business talks found their voices caught in their throats.

    Abigail’s face dropped, her mouth slightly parted in disbelief. The confidence she wore just seconds ago crumbled like paper in the rain. Immediately Victoria turned to look at her, eyes wide with both shock and amusement, but she didn’t say a word, not yet.

    At that moment Cora didn’t even nce around. She knew the attention was already on her. Her eyes were focused, straight ahead, as she walked slowly but regally toward the center of the room. Her heels clicked against the floor in rhythm with the pounding hearts of those who couldn’t stop watching her.

    Who was she? that question now hung thickly in the air unspoken, but burning through everyone’s mind like wildfire.

    And somewhere in the crowd, someone whispered under their breath, "She’s the one."

    The murmurs grew louder, voices ovepping as heads turned and fingers began to point subtly, yet urgently, at the card in her hand the Diamond Invitation Card. It shimmered under the chandelier lights, unmistakable andmanding.

    "Look, look closely," one of the guests whispered, nudging the person beside them, "that’s the Diamond card... she’s the one."

    "Wait... who is she?" someone else asked again, already pulling out their phone to discreetly search her image.

    But the revtion came faster than any search result.

    Without wasting anymore time Someone gasped softly, then said in an almost hushed scream, "That’s her... that’s the woman who stood boldly in front of the media and tore apart every lie James spread. She’s the one who silenced all of them without even raising her voice."

    And like a domino effect, recognition spread. "She’s the director of MK Entertainment!" another guest eximed, standing up slightly as if trying to get a better look.

    At that moment the luxurious room began to ripple with awe, admiration, and yes fear. They had all seen the viral clip of the woman who took on James and walked away unshaken. But none of them had expected to meet her in person, especially not here, not like this, not as the Diamond Card Holder of Everything Luxury

    There was a strange silence in the room, not one of awkwardness, but reverence. Some guests straightened their postures, others smoothed their clothes nervously. Just her presence had shifted the air, and it wasn’t just because she was breathtaking in her emerald gown that flowed like liquid silk it was because she carried herself like someone who knew exactly who she was, and more importantly, knew that everyone else was about to know too.

    It was no longer just about looks or fashion or the event itself. It was about status, influence, and respect and she had all three in abundance.

    Whispers grew louder, and the curious nces turned into admiring stares. "No wonder she didn’t flinch when James tried to destroy her reputation," ady murmured under his breath. "She has people behind her... real people... powerful people."

    "That exins the confidence... theposure..." another guest added.

    Even those who previously ignored her now couldn’t take their eyes off her. She didn’t speak a word, yet the room echoed with her unspoken authority. She didn’t need to prove herself her presence alone silenced doubts.

    And then, at the center of it all, Victoria who had been beaming earlier now sat frozen, her smile cracking slowly as her eyes fixated on the woman.

    Her head turned slightly toward Abigail as if seeking reassurance, but Abigail herself looked stunned. She hadn’t expected this. No one did.

    Victoria’s face paled. Her fingers curled tightly around the wine ss in her hand. Then she whispered, almost to herself but loud enough for Abigail to hear, "No way... she is the one..."

    Her lips trembled. She blinked once. Then twice.

    "Like seriously... what is she even doing? How?"

    She turned fully, struggling to keep her voice steady. "Why is she here?"

    At that moment, Abigail’s jaw then tighten. She couldn’t believe that a rival actually came. Not that she actually came, but she has stolen the whole attentionpletely.