Chapter 712:
Alyssa’s voice dropped to a breathless whisper. “Yes, and it’s the exact type you’ve been searching for. I brought it back, but there’s something about it… The quality from the Malvren Dyeing Factory can’t compare. This is natural silkworm silk mixed with some rare mineral. The craftsmanship is extinct — once it’s used, that’s it. If you turn it into clothing, those pieces will be one of a kind. Are you sure you want to risk it?”
Rylie laughed, the sound light and confident. “What’s the point of hoarding something that rare? If Meridian Future puts it on display, it’ll shake up the industry. I want Sweetberry to make waves, to set off a storm. Or are you doubting yourself?”
Alyssa’s enthusiasm came through loud and clear. “No doubts here! I’ve been itching to erase Sweetberry’s reputation for being dated and cheap. With you leading the way, we can show everyone what Sweetberry is truly capable of!”
Rylie’s tone turned encouraging. “Then let’s make it happen. Once the show’s over, I’ll treat everyone to a getaway.”
Alyssa’s eyes lit up. “Thank you, Miss Owen!”
The Owen estate had been transformed from top to bottom, every corner polished for Rylie’s return. No expense was spared — this wasn’t just a homecoming; it was a spectacle. Guests received not just invitations, but solid gold bars weighing eighty-eight grams each. The generosity didn’t stop at the VIPs; even the reporters and their assistants clutching microphones left with one tucked in their bags.
People used to scraping by had never seen anything like it. Just the gold tucked inside each invitation was worth a staggering 80,000.
Any whispers about Rylie being overlooked disappeared overnight. The press, pockets heavy with gold, churned out glowing stories about the Owen family’s affection and the lengths they’d gone to for their daughter’s return.
Owen Group’s lavish homecoming for Rylie left the internet in awe, and the gifts for guests sparked a nationwide buzz. Soon, Rylie’s name was trending everywhere.
“The Owen family claims Rylie as their brightest treasure for all to see!”
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“Banquet of the century! Rylie’s homecoming shatters expectations, a testament to the Owen family’s boundless love!”
Headlines like these dominated every news outlet, shooting to the top of trending lists. The internet buzzed with disbelief and envy, everyone eager to weigh in.
“Wow! Forget invitations — these are golden tickets!”
“Over a thousand invitations, each worth a fortune? The Owen family just dropped close to a hundred million for a party invite. That’s mind-blowing!”
“Anyone who said Rylie wasn’t cherished is eating their words now. This is next-level devotion! Sign me up as her assistant. With my degrees, I could definitely make myself useful!”
With the Owen family’s generosity on full display, the media poured out a steady stream of praise.
Every story highlighted the extraordinary details: the manor’s total transformation, fresh blooms imported from overseas, culinary masters flown in to cook for the guests — each luxury broadcast as proof of the family’s care. One message rang through it all: Rylie’s place in the Owen family was unshakable, celebrated at every turn.
All this glowing press worked like a shield of gold, guarding Rylie and lifting her above every rumor.
She no longer stood on the fringes; now, Rylie was the beloved daughter, embraced and celebrated by every member of the Owen family. The sudden shift in how the world saw her offered a kind of protection — anyone with dark intentions had to think twice, knowing the Owen family’s fury was just a step away.
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