Victor’s voice echoed across the room.
“Once we’re married, she’ll sign. She’s emotional. Easy to pressure.”
Then Celeste’s voice followed.
“Good. Then replace her father on the investor board invitations. Nobody respects a noodle seller.”
Her father closed his eyes.
Whatever softness remained inside Elena disappeared completely.
She turned toward the guests again.
“Effective immediately, the investment partnership dinner scheduled next month with Voss Capital has been canceled.”
Victor went completely still.
Near the front table, silver-haired investor Arthur Voss slowly stood up.
Victor had bragged about him for months.
“Our future partner,” he called him.
Mr. Voss buttoned his jacket neatly.
“My firm,” he said coldly, “does not do business with people who humiliate families, manipulate women, and lie about financial ownership.”
Victor staggered backward.
“Sir, please—”
“We’re done,” Voss interrupted.
Celeste’s champagne glass slipped from her fingers and shattered against the floor.
Elena stepped down from the stage and walked directly toward her parents.
Her mother whispered shakily, “We can leave.”
Elena gently took both of their hands.
“No,” she said softly. “They can.”
Then she turned toward security.
“Please escort the Hale family out.”
Celeste exploded instantly.
“You can’t remove us from my son’s wedding!”
Elena smiled calmly.
“There is no wedding,” she replied. “And this is my venue.”
The ballroom watched in stunned silence as security approached the Hale family table.
Victor’s cousins protested loudly.
His uncle cursed.
Celeste refused to stand until one guard politely held out her fur wrap like evidence being returned after a trial.
Victor remained frozen in the center of the ballroom.
“Elena,” he said weakly. “I love you.”
The old Elena might have cried.
