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Chapter 168 The Distinguished Guest
Carl leaned forward, his protective nature evident in every word. "She's my only granddaughter, and | must
choose carefully. Her future isn't something to be decided lightly."
"Indeed," Quentin acknowledged, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Though with Corrine's prestigious background,
our search in Lyhaton may prove more complex than
anticipated."
A wave of discomfort washed over Corrine as she absorbed their words.
Her unease deepened when Carl turned to Quentin, his eyes gleaming with purpose. "Do you have any promising
candidates in mind?"
The two men exchanged knowing looks, years of friendship allowing for wordless communication. "As a matter of
fact," Quentin began, "I believe | do."
Before he could elaborate, his trusted butler burst into the room, face flushed with urgency as he whispered
something crucial in Quentin's ear.
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Quentin's normally composed demeanor shifted instantly to one of alertness. "Are you certain of what you saw?"
The butler's grave expression left no room for doubt. "Without question, sir!"
Rising swiftly, Quentin adjusted his already immaculate clothing. "Bring him in at once!"
As Quentin took his first step forward, footsteps resonated through the entrance hall.
The assembled guests turned as one, drawn by the commanding presence approaching.
A striking figure emerged, his black suit expertly tailored to his tall, athletic frame. Every inch of his appearance
spoke of innate nobility and authority.
His sculpted features carried a touch of distance, thin lips pressed together in contemplation. Dark eyes,
bottomless as midnight waters, held an air of captivating
mystery.
Light from the crystal chandelier caught his sharp features, highlighting an undeniable edge of power.
He moved purposefully toward the gathering, his gaze unerringly finding Corrine. Though his eyes lingered
briefly, the slight curve of his lips suggested a private
amusement.
Nate's arrival transformed the spacious hall into an intimate space charged with
tension.
Whispers rippled through the crowd like wind through leaves.
"Who could he be?"
"I've never seen him before, but look how Mr. Seymour rushed to greet him!"
"Could this be the distinguished guest Mr. Seymour mentioned earlier?" Common knowledge held that the
Seymour family's influence in Lyhaton, while considerable, paled beside the Ford dynasty.
Their position among Lyhaton's elite four families stemmed largely from their connection to a more powerful
branch of Seymours.
Rumors suggested this hidden faction wielded the true authority, making even Quentin
seem modest by comparison.
Now, Quentin hurried forward to welcNate personally.
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Five years had refined Nate's composure, yet his quiet authority filled the room.
Despite his advanced years, Quentin displayed an unprecedented deference before him.
"Mr. Seymour." Nate's rich, measured voice filled the silence. "I hope my unexpected
arrival hasn't caused any disruption."
His words hung in the air, drawing every listener into an unconscious state of alertness.
Quentin nearly stumbled over his response, clearly honored by the attention. "Mr. Hopkins, please your presence
elevates our gathering immeasurably."
The excessive courtesy Quentin showed toward Nate raised eyebrows throughout the
room.
Given the Seymour family's respected position in Lyhaton, Quentin's level of deference
seemed extraordinary.
"This way, Mr. Hopkins." Quentin personally guided Nate to the most prestigious seat in the room, his manner
that of an attendant to royalty.
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