Chapter 48 The Hatred Is His Own Doing

• Crystal chandeliers hung grandly from the ceiling, casting a golden glow that added to the luxury of the evening party. Champagne glasses clinked in every toast, and laughter echoed along with the soft music playing in the background. George stood in the middle of the room, receiving congratulations from colleagues and business partners. Tonight was a celebration of his return to the business world after being inactive for so long, and everyone seemed eager to celebrate his success.
• Adrian watched the scene with a grim expression. His grip on his drink was so tight that his knuckles turned white. He couldn’t stand it any longer—he was about to leave.
• This party, the fake smiles of everyone around him, and—most painfully—Celeste. He spotted her right as he was about to walk out. His sister stood not too far away, wearing an elegant red gown that hugged her figure perfectly. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, shimmering under the lights. She looked breathtaking, like the center of gravity pulling everyone’s attention.