NovelGoldChapter 86 One of the world's leading conglomerates, Montgomery Holdings, suddenly made a splash, with the legendary prodigy chairman personally sharing a post that sent social media into a frenzy.
Previous negative comments about Giselle were instantly drowned out by waves of excitement, including a fair share of romantic speculations: "Ms. Harvey is so stunning, and I heard Chairman Montgomery is quite the charming young man himself. Could there be something more to him stepping in for the president of a newly established subsidiary?" "Hey, insider here! These two have been childhood friends for years!" "Aww, childhood sweethearts! I'm shipping it!" "A genius chairman from a prestigious family and a high-society debutante, childhood sweethearts-it's like a fairytale ctrue!" "This is the real deal, and I'm here for it!" [...] Mila stared at these comments and quietly closed the trending topics.
After a moment of silence, Miranda cautiously spoke up, "Mila, are you okay?" She had hoped to cheer her friend up by showing Giselle's troubles, but this was not the outcshe expected. Lysander must be out of his mind! What a ridiculous situation! "I'm fine," Mila replied evenly, even managing a small smile. "I don't care about these things anymore. Let them have their fun." Miranda knew her friend well. If Mila said she didn't care, she truly didn't. Her friend had always been someone who could let things go, someone daring and decisive, and Miranda admired her for that.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMila was about to chat more with Miranda when her phone buzzed, a missed call notification flashing across the top of the screen.
"Hey, I just got a call. I'll talk to you later." After hanging up, Mila checked the missed call, and her heart skipped a beat.
It was Eugene.
Why was he calling? Had he woken up from surgery? Mila quickly called back.
At the Harvey Manor dining room, Giselle sat clutching her phone, tears silently streaming down her face as she read the harsh comments. The lavish spread on the table did nothing to stir her appetite.
"Giselle, don't cry," Adrian consoled her, casting a reproachful look at Lysander, who was seated at the head of the table.
"Dad, you didn't upset Giselle, did you? She's been down ever since last night!" Giselle quickly tugged on Adrian's arm, swallowing her tears. "Adrian, you shouldn't speak to Dad like that. I'm fine, really. I'll be okay soon."
Lysander dabbed his lips with a napkin, his movements graceful, as he said calmly, I calmly, "Don't worry. I've already had the company's account issue a statement. No one will bother about the dress anymore." But that wasn't all Giselle wanted.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIf only the dress could be returned and worn again, the online attacks would naturally dissipate! Although the public narrative was reversed, the issue with the dress remained unresolved. She could never explain why the Moonblush Roses gown ended up on her.
Still, Giselle knew Lysander had already shown considerable attention to the matter. Pushing further about the dress would be ungrateful.
Wiping her tears, Giselle offered a sweet smile and thanked him, then coaxed Adrian to eat more vegetables. Only then did Lysander smile.
The dining room scene was one of warmth and harmony, which Charles and Mrs. Harvey observed with ΝΟ understanding smiles, leaving the space intact for what looked like a close-knit family. "Looks like we might have good news soon," Charles remarked with a chuckle.
"Either way, having a grandchild would solidify things," Mrs. Harvey m replied with a twinkle in her eye. "No O rush. You see how Lysander dotes on our daughter; it's only a matter of time."
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