Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 674

Chapter 674: There would be no return.

The evening that Emily had been waiting for finally arrived.

Her eyes sparkled as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

This wasn’t her first time wearing expensive clothes and jewellery. But the feeling tonight was ... different. For once, it felt like she was meant to wear them. As if she was born to carry the weight of luxury and command the room with elegance —and more importantly, entitlement.

"Ms. Brown, you are —" one of the stylists who was helping her in getting ready for the party began to praise her, but the words froze mid-sentence the moment Emily shot a cold glare her way.

"What did you call me?" she asked, her voice low and threatening.

The poor woman stiffened and immediately paled.

"I ... I —"

"Did you forget who you have come to serve here?" Emily snapped, her tone sharp with suppressed rage. All these days, she has been trying to make everyone remember one thing, yet they keep forgetting it. "Address me correctly. I am the heiress of the Quinn family, and from this day forward, I will represent the Quinns. I am no longer a Brown."

The woman’s head bowed instantly. "I am sorry. Ms. Quinn. I forgot."

Emily turned back to the mirror, her lips curling in satisfaction. Her eyes glimmered with arrogance. "It’s fine," she said coolly, brushing her hair back. "Soon, after tonight, you all are going to remember it anyway."

The rest of the staff exchanged glances and shook their heads internally. Disapproval was clear in their gazes but they hid it well. They didn’t stand the position to comment.

Just then, the phone on the dresser rang.

Emily picked it up swiftly, her posture straightening. A sickly-sweet smile played on her lips. "Mom, I was waiting for your call."

The voice on the other end snapped before she could finish savoring the greeting.

"Emily, how many times have I told you not to call me that unnecessarily? When not compulsory, call me either Aunt or Mrs. Quinn. I am neither your mother nor do I want to be."

Emily’s smile faltered. Her jaw clenched, her fingers curling tightly around the edge of the dresser. But she kept her voice pleasant and respectful.

"I am sorry, Aunt Catrin," she said, swallowing her pride. "I was just practising. After all, tonight is an important night, and I wouldn’t dare do anything to embarrass you."

There was a beat of silence on the other end before Catrin responded with an icy tone.

"Good. Make sure you remember that throughout. You are wearing our name —not yours."

Emily smiled and nodded, looking at her reflection. "Of course. I wouldn’t dare to forget it. After all, after tonight, it would be the legacy I would carry forward."

Officially.

Catrin didn’t respond to that; instead, she simply asked, "Did you get ready?"

"Yes, I am ready. Is it time for me to enter the banquet hall?" Emily asked, her tone clearly eager. She couldn’t just have patience anymore. She just wanted the party to begin, and Catrin to announce her as the next Quinn in line.

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