“Sybil,” Loyce said with a faint smile, pretty on the surface, cold underneath. “We’re family. When one of us looks bad, we all look bad. Do you really not understand that?”
She glanced at Sybil like she was correcting a child. “You let your friend question the Lonsdale family’s upbringing and reputation, so what are you trying to imply? That everyone in the Lonsdale family is lazy and useless?”
It was a heavy accusation, and it dropped right onto Sybil’s head like a crown made of iron. She trembled with anger, but Loyce had boxed her in so neatly she couldn’t argue her way out. In the end, she could only lower her head, eyes burning with venom, and force out, “You’re right. I’ll remember it.”
Loyce turned to the other guests at the round table and offered a graceful apology. “Sorry to make a scene. Please don’t mind us.”
From that moment on, the looks of amusement and contempt around the table turned cautious.
Tonight’s event was hosted by the Langley family, a major name in the jewelry business. As the dinner formally began, Sylvie Langley, the Langleys’ eldest daughter, stepped onto the stage in a champagne-colored gown, poised and luminous. She smiled as she swept her gaze across the room, her voice clear.
“We’re honored you’ve joined us tonight for the Langley family’s charity gala. Every piece up for auction comes from Langley Jewelers’ private collection, and twenty percent of all proceeds will go directly toward education and medical support for children in under-resourced rural areas.”
She paused, her eyes drifting briefly toward a private box on the second floor.
“Of course, charity isn’t about the number. It’s about the intention. No matter the final price, every guest who participates tonight becomes an ally to those children.”

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