I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 318

Steven’s handsome, composed face was impassive as he looked at him.

Oliver, clutching the painting, hurried over. “Steven! I never thought I’d see you at a place like this. Don’t you ever do anything besides sign contracts? You’re a ruthless money-making machine.”

Steven ignored the jibe, his dark, intense eyes scanning the crowd as if searching for someone.

“Did you need something?”

Oliver blinked, grinning broadly. “You’re not going to believe this. I just scored an original masterpiece for only fifty million! My old man is going to be so proud of me. And I got this incredible piece of jewelry, too, from that Dream series my sister is obsessed with. I really hit the jackpot today. That Zephyra is one hell of a woman.”

As Oliver chattered on, Steven suddenly stopped walking. He glanced at the jewelry box in Oliver’s hand, opened it, and his expression shifted.

“Where is she?”

Oliver paused, then a knowing smile spread across his face. “I knew you’d be interested. Come on, I’ll introduce you. She’s absolutely stunning. I mean, there are a lot of beautiful women in the world, but she’s on another level—effortlessly captivating.”

“At first, I was just trying to flirt with her, but she wouldn’t even look at me, no matter how much money I threw around. And it turns out she’s brilliant. Her eye for art is even sharper than mine, and my family has been in the business for generations. I almost missed out on a treasure. She’s charming, mysterious, saved me millions, and then offered to be my friend. She’s a fascinating woman.”

Steven shot him a sidelong glance, his expression cold.

“She offered to be your friend?”

“Yeah,” Oliver said, his eyes filled with admiration. “Oh, there she is! The one in the red dress. Her name is Zephyra. Beautiful name, right?”

Linda and I had just re-entered the main hall. From a distance, I could hear Oliver’s enthusiastic voice and see him standing with Steven. Steven was tall, and years of being in charge had given him an aura of intimidating authority.

He was looking right at me, and as our eyes met, I felt a wave of his displeasure wash over me.

I froze, surprised. What was Steven doing here? He hated these kinds of events. I had begged him to come with me in our past life, but he had always refused.

Linda sensed it, too. “Why is Mr. Lancaster here?” she whispered. “And why is he staring at you like that? He looks like he wants to kill someone.”

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