Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 336

With that, she raised her glass in a gesture and turned to leave.

"That woman is on a completely different level."

Ivy watched Amelia's retreating back and murmured to Grace, "Compared to Lilian, who only knows how to play the damsel in distress, this woman is a whole different beast. She's ten times more ruthless because she's smart, has connections, and—her brand of shamelessness is far more sophisticated."

Grace took a deep breath, suppressing the chill that went through her.

"I know. She's telling me I don't belong."

Just then, a commotion stirred in the center of the main hall.

Damien was striding back, his expression dark.

His heart had lurched when he turned and didn't see Grace for a moment.

He only relaxed when he saw that she was safe.

He walked over, and in front of everyone, wrapped an arm around Grace's waist, leaning down to kiss her temple.

"What were you talking about? You look so happy."

"Nothing important."

Grace didn't want to worry him. "I just ran into Amelia Cross."

Damien shot a cold glance at Amelia in the distance.

Then, he took the microphone from a passing waiter, his voice echoing through the venue.

"I'd like to take this opportunity to make an announcement."

The entire hall fell silent.

"Next month, the Clarke family will be establishing a billion-dollar research fund in Ms. Grace's name, dedicated to supporting female scientists."

"Furthermore," Damien said, looking at Grace with deep affection, "the twenty percent of the Clarke family's shares under my name have been transferred to my wife."

The entire room erupted!

Twenty percent! How much was that worth? Tens of billions!

"Mrs. Clarke, may I take a look?" Amelia asked, walking in with a charming smile.

This was the "chance encounter" she had deliberately arranged.

Marianne looked up. "Oh, Amelia, it's you. Come, you have a good eye for these things."

Amelia walked over, and with a single glance, pointed out the flaw. "Here. The layering of the ink is a bit too agitated. While it's a very good imitation, a true classical landscape painting has a sense of desolation that comes from its very soul, not something that can be achieved just by piling on ink."

Marianne slapped her thigh. "Yes! That's exactly it! Oh, you really know your stuff!"

Amelia took the opportunity to sit down and began to gracefully prepare the tea.

She was using a long-lost, intricate tea-making technique.

Her movements were fluid and graceful, a pleasure to watch.

Marianne nodded repeatedly in approval as she watched.

This, she thought, was what a true lady should be.