Chapter 506: Chapter 506

Melissa said with a proud grin, looking at Camilla as if she were basking in reflected glory.

"Camilla’s divine beauty was bound to blow everyone away!"

She was truly Camilla’s number one fan through and through.

Seeing her adore another woman so much was enough to make anyone jealous.

Vicente sighed inwardly, trying to console himself.

Well, at least it’s better than her being this obsessed with a man.

Just then, Calvin’s face flashed through his mind, and it suddenly clicked.

So, Melissa just has a thing for beautiful people—regardless of gender.

The weight on his chest lifted instantly, and he could finally breathe easy again.

Unaware of Vicente’s inner turmoil, Melissa frowned and muttered under her breath.

"But why didn’t she wear the dress I carefully picked out?"

Despite her words, there wasn’t much disappointment in her eyes.

"Actually, forget ’unfortunate’—it’s more like a blessing in disguise."

Vicente had heard Melissa describe the evening gowns she’d picked out for Camilla yesterday.

At her words now, he couldn’t help but turn his head to give his pretend-angry girlfriend an amused look.

"If Camilla actually wore the dresses you chose, your beloved Uncle Sinclair would probably toss you straight out of E Country."

"So what if he does?"

Melissa caught the underlying meaning in Vicente’s words and snorted defiantly.

"You’d just come pick me up anyway."

"Exactly," Vicente chuckled softly, watching her shamelessly confident pout with amusement.

"No matter where you get thrown out, I’ll always come retrieve you."

The tenderness in his voice was almost tangible. Sinclair.

Truly, seeing him in person was different from hearing countless rumors.

However... Nolan observed Sinclair, his deep eyes carrying a trace of scrutiny.

Why hadn’t he received any word about this man’s arrival beforehand?

As if sensing something, Sinclair lifted his dark eyes, his gaze sweeping indifferently in Nolan’s direction.

For a brief moment, the two extraordinarily striking men locked eyes.

In the next instant, their gazes simultaneously shifted away.

Nolan’s eyes moved naturally from Sinclair to land on Camilla.

A closer look would reveal the subtle ripple of emotion that disturbed his otherwise indifferent expression the moment his gaze settled on her face.

The next second, profound contemplation surfaced in those deep-set eyes.

Meanwhile, Alston had already guided Sinclair and Camilla through the crowd, bringing them to the elevated platform at the center of the grand hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Alston’s voice rang out, instantly hushing the entire venue.

"Welcome to tonight’s charity gala."

The earl continued with practice ease, "On behalf of the royal family, I pledge that all funds raised this evening will be d to UNICEF."

Clap. Clap. ... Polite applause echoed through the hall as the guests obliged.

Nodding in satisfaction, Earl Alston proceeded with his well-rehearsed opening speech for the charity event.

Though his words were measured with wit and charm, most eyes remained fixed on Sinclair and Camilla.

Some people simply commanded attention by their very presence.

The spotlight on the elevated platform didn’t merely illuminate the couple—it accentuated their flawless features and innate elegance to perfection.

They were a vision so captivating that one couldn’t look away.

Yet, beneath the crowd’s varied gazes, the pair remained composed, utterly unperturbed.

After delivering a brief opening remark, Earl Easton turned toward Sinclair and Camilla.

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Luther and his wife, the principal sponsors of tonight’s charity gala.

Let’s give them a warm welcome."

Charity events were the preferred social playground for their elite circle—a golden opportunity to forge connections.

Having someone else foot the bill?

The earl couldn’t have asked for more.

So they were tonight’s benefactors—no wonder Earl Easton was laying on the charm.

After all, he was cousin to Crown Princess Luna, the first heir to Esteria’s throne, and wielded considerable influence within royal circles.

For him to show such deference was rare. Clearly, the Luther Family had spared no expense.

The crowd’s unspoken questions were instantly answered.

Though everyone here swam in wealth, they couldn’t help but be awed by the Luther Family’s staggering generosity.

Truly befitting the foremost dynasty of Huaxia—their financial might was as formidable as their reputation.

"Now, let’s invite our honored guests to say a few words."

With that, Earl Easton gracefully stepped aside, yielding the spotlight.

The spotlight in the grand hall illuminated Sinclair and Camilla at the center of the stage.

Sinclair’s thin lips curved into a faint smile as his calm gaze swept over the crowd below.

"Let my wife do the talking," he said, his voice steady yet laced with unmistakable affection.

"The charity gala was her idea—I’m just here to play my part."

Hearing this, many women in the audience couldn’t help but show envy in their eyes.

A wealthy, handsome man who doted on his wife was a rare sight even in their privileged circles.

Understanding her husband’s intention, Camilla stepped forward with a graceful smile and took her place by the microphone.

"It’s an honor to contribute to the cause of children’s welfare worldwide..."

Only by standing in the brightest spotlight could she capture everyone’s attention.

If she couldn’t find her grandfather, then she would make sure he noticed her.

Her poised and elegant demeanor made Camilla all the more striking under the lights.

Queen, watching from below, suddenly furrowed her brows as a thought crossed her mind.

The admiration in her eyes dimmed slightly, replaced by a flicker of doubt.

Why did Mrs. Luther seems so familiar?

Not just because they had met yesterday—but as if she resembled someone from further back in her memory.

Queen wasn’t the only one experiencing this strange sensation.

Nolan’s brows gradually furrowed as he watched the woman speaking on the elevated platform.

After the brief opening ceremony, Count Aiston announced the commencement of the charity gala before descending with Sinclair and Camilla in tow.

"Count," Nolan approached with a wine glass in hand, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor.

"Congratulations on organizing yet another successful charity event.

And of course," his gaze shifted meaningfully toward the power couple, "our thanks to President Luther and his lovely wife."

Sinclair raised his glass in a mirroring gesture, the corner of his mouth curling with practiced charm.

"The credit belongs to all participants. You flatter us."

Beside him, Camilla offered a silent, graceful nod of acknowledgment, her emerald earrings catching the chandelier light.

"Allow me to make proper introductions," Count Aiston beamed, gesturing expansively between the groups.

His tailored tuxedo strained slightly over his barrel chest as he turned between the parties.

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Nolan Junior, head of the Nolan family from E country," Earl narrowed his eyes slightly before continuing, "And, of course, the intended husband of our Princess Kiara—soon to be the next Duke of E country."

At the latter part of Earl Easton’s words, Nolan’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, a flicker of displeasure flashing through his eyes.

Camilla’s gaze showed understanding.

The biological daughter of E country’s royal Princess Luna, and naturally, the second heir to the throne.

Sinclair caught every nuance of Nolan’s expression, his lips curling with a hint of amusement.

"Mr. Nolan", Sinclair raised his glass once more.

Nolan clinked his glass with Sinclair’s, replying with a smile, "Thank you."

As he set his glass down, his gaze involuntarily drifted toward Camilla.

While the two exchanged pleasantries, Harrison arrived with Juliet and the Orlando couple, each holding their own glasses as they approached.

Regardless of their actual relationship, appearances must be maintained.

"Earl," Harrison said with a smile as he looked at Sinclair.

"President Luther, I didn’t expect we’d meet again so soon."

Earl Aston looked surprised.

"You two know each other?"

Earl hadn’t heard of any connection between them before.

"We do," Harrison said at the same moment Sinclair’s cool, indifferent voice cut in.

The crowd froze, and the atmosphere instantly turned awkward.

The smile on Harrison’s face gradually faded.

"Thank you for yielding at yesterday’s auction, President Harrison," Sinclair said smoothly, his tone warm and amused.

"Now, I suppose we can say we’re properly acquainted."

Everyone present was sharp-eyed and quick-witted—many had even attended the auction the day before.

At the mention of the auction, understanding dawned on their faces.

So, the mystery guest from VIP Box 5, who splurged 300 million, was none other than him.