Chapter 1124:

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She even tried calling her nephew, Coyle. The moment he recognized her voice, however, he complained bitterly about her broken promise to make him vice-president at the company. A year had passed, and he was still stuck at the bottom with nothing to show for it. He hung up before she could reply.

Holding the silent phone, Danica felt a cold emptiness spread through her.

Most days, she simply sat alone by the floor-to-ceiling window in the side hall, lost in memories.

With every mistake, she had pushed her own son further away, made life unbearable for her former daughter-in-law, and shattered a peaceful home, leaving herself utterly alone.

Loneliness seemed to seep into every part of her. Regret gnawed at her constantly.

She was finally facing the consequences of her own choices: cut off, unforgiven, and without anyone left to listen.

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Deep down, she knew that some roads, once taken, can never be traveled in reverse, and some wounds run too deep to ever heal.

The Imperial Hotel had been transformed into a glittering stage for the Luminara Group’s celebration banquet, drawing in a sea of influential investors and top-tier media personalities.

The moment Hannah stepped in with Adrian at her side, she did more than simply enter; she set the entire room abuzz.

Heads swiveled in their direction, and the air quickly filled with applause, whispers of admiration, and lively conversation.

“Hannah deserves all the credit for Luminara Group’s stunning comeback.”

“Is that Adrian walking with her? What a striking pair they make.”

“I hear Adrian’s her right-hand man. People say he’s a genius.”

Hannah stood at the center of it all. Partners, investors, and figures from every corner of the industry, some there to curry favor, others out of genuine admiration, flocked to her with glasses raised, quickly forming a tight circle around her.

With an easy charm, she moved among the guests, meeting each toast and conversation with effortless wit.

Adrian hovered faithfully just behind her, always close enough to lend quiet support. He shielded her from overzealous well-wishers and smoothly whispered important names and details into her ear. Together, they moved in perfect sync.

Off to the side, half hidden in the shadows near a grand column, Vincent watched it all. Alone with a drink in hand, he hadn’t taken his eyes off Hannah since she arrived.

Every glance Hannah shared with Adrian, every effortless laugh, stirred a heavy ache in Vincent’s chest that he couldn’t ignore. He couldn’t tell whether it was the chip’s influence or something deeper within him, but a burning sense of possessiveness began to flare inside him.

Hannah traded banter with a prominent investor. Adrian leaned in to offer quiet advice, drawing a radiant smile from her.

Gripping his glass tightly, Vincent finished his wine in a single gulp.

As the banquet reached a fever pitch, excitement crackled in the air.

Taking advantage of a lull, Hannah quietly excused herself, mentioning that she needed to freshen up her makeup.

Her assistant accompanied her toward a private lounge, where Hannah planned to change into a more comfortable dress.

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