Chapter 807:

Isabella’s brows drew together. “That title of his, do you think it’s genuine?”

Rylie smiled faintly. “In business, it’s common for people to craft a legend or two about themselves. Nothing special.”

Isabella glanced her way and raised her glass. “I never thought we’d get along so well, Miss Owen. I must admit, I was rather stupid before, manipulated by Paola into targeting you. I hope there are no hard feelings.”

Rylie met her toast with an easy smile, clearly indifferent to past grievances.

Since it was a cruise celebration set to last several days, each guest was assigned a private room. The ship’s immense size made it easy for the younger attendees to move about freely, avoiding the company of the older generation within Crolens’ limited circle of elites.

Rylie had just returned to her room for a brief rest when a knock sounded at the door.

Outside stood a stylist, equipped with tools and accessories, ready to prepare her for the evening’s event.

Rylie looked slightly taken aback. “I didn’t arrange for any styling services.”

The stylist hesitated before replying, “Mr. Johnny Reid made the request on your behalf. The payment has already been covered.”

Not wanting to create unnecessary trouble for the staff, Rylie agreed to the assistance. She let the stylist work on her hair and makeup, and since she hadn’t brought formal wear fit for such a grand occasion, she accepted the accessories offered as well.

When Rylie stepped back onto the deck that evening, the chill of winter failed to intrude upon the warmth of the ship. The heaters and windproof glass enveloped the space in a pleasant glow, and several young women lounged by the pool in light summer dresses, their laughter mingling with the soft music drifting through the air.

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From afar, Mylo caught sight of Rylie. By the time he approached with Paola, Isabella had already stepped forward to chat with her.

Rylie was dressed in a custom gown from Liroux, meticulously designed to highlight her elegant figure. The skirt, adorned with petal-like layers, swayed gently as the soft breeze brushed past. Smoky pink ribbons framed her silhouette, and the delicate bows fastening her slender heels completed the image of ethereal beauty.

Every eye seemed to follow her, captivated by her quiet radiance.

Rylie stood out in the crowd, her tall frame draped in a soft pink gown that hugged every curve and made her look effortlessly elegant. Unlike her usual relaxed or polished style, tonight’s choice made her silhouette appear impossibly delicate, as if a gentle embrace could break her in two.

Her very presence drew every eye, almost ethereal, like a rare blossom drifting on a spring breeze.

There was just one detail that did not quite fit: a striking sapphire bracelet at her wrist. It caught the light beautifully, yet clashed a little with the softness of her dress.

Across the room, Mylo found himself frozen, unable to look away from her.

That did not escape Paola, who gave his arm a sharp squeeze, snapping him back to reality.

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