Veronica's POV
The cocktail party buzzed around me as I found myself in animated discussions with several prominent figures. When they inquired about my origins, I shared that I was from the Bogart family.
This revelation prompted a handful of guests to seek out Caspian, offering him compliments. "Veronica, your daughter is truly remarkable!"
"Ah, you're too generous..." Caspian's smile looked strained, clearly uncomfortable, his irritation simmering beneath the surface.
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Liana's rage burned hot. That bitch—without the Bogart and Nelson families backing her, what gave her the right to stand there so confidently? Her fury intensified with each passing moment. She refused to let this slide. Discreetly, she reached out to the Bogart family's driver for assistance.
"When Veronica heads to the restroom, you handle her... you understand what needs to be done, correct?"
Liana briefed the driver, who gave a quick nod before hurrying off to make arrangements.
