She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 953

In that fleeting moment, an overwhelming sense of hopelessness threatened to bury Elara alive.

It felt as if her future was nothing but a desolate wasteland.

Halfway through the banquet, Gabriel Whitmore made his grand entrance.

His attire was... aggressively out of place.

While everyone else glided around in sophisticated traditional gowns and suits, Gabriel strutted in wearing the Grand Wizard's Cloak he'd bought on a whim at Universal Studios.

"Wait, I thought this was a costume party?"

Gabriel scratched his head in utter bewilderment.

"Why is everyone dressed like they're in a period drama?"

Muttering to himself, he ventured deeper into the venue.

The only reason he was even here was because a buddy had tossed him an invitation while they were shooting pool earlier.

He'd vaguely recognized the vintage styling of the card—it was identical to the one Minister Halevy had given Melanie.

Figuring his brother and future sister-in-law would be there, he decided to drop in for the free booze.

Naturally, he hadn't bothered to read the actual dress code, only registering the word "theme."

So, he'd dug out his wizard cloak, thrown it on, and headed out.

"What the hell? This is a high-society gala!"

Realizing his monumental screw-up, Gabriel hovered awkwardly, caught between keeping the ridiculous cloak on and stripping it off.

Fortunately, his status as the Vice President of Stellaris PharmaTech acted as an impenetrable shield.

Many of the guests knew him personally, and even those who didn't instantly recognized his face.

As the younger Whitmore heir, he could have waltzed in completely naked, and no one would have dared utter a word of criticism to his face.

Though what they whispered behind his back was another story.

Gabriel wasn't the easily embarrassed type anyway. He owned his mistake and kept walking.

Like the saying went—if you don't feel awkward, it's everyone else's problem.

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