In the Lap of Luxury
Chapter 585 Unmatched

The gala was broadcast during prime time on TV. Tickets were sold out in half a second.

Due to the grand nature of the gala, security was tight. Grace was concerned that Xander might have trouble getting in. So she sent him a message. "After getting off the plane, head directly to the staff entrance. I've arranged for Luke to wait for you. He'll assist you."

There was no response. Grace calculated the time and realized that Xander must still be on the plane.

Entering the backstage area, Grace opened a door with no name on the label outside it. Caleb, who was now dressed up, sat in front of the mirror.

His voice was a bit shaky. "Gracie, I haven't been this nervous since my debut."

Grace smiled, patting his shoulder. "Have you really thought it through? Choosing love over power?"

"I've never been a person who only cares about interests and not emotions." He sounded confident and bold.

Truth be told, all of the Lewises seemed to be like this. Perhaps it was because they had never truly experienced parental love, so they cherished all relationships.

Time passed, and one program after another ended. The numbers on the big screen reached astonishing levels.

Soon, it was 10:30 pm. According to the program schedule, Caleb's performance was about to start.

Countless people, both at the venue and behind the TV screen, were anticipating it.

Below the stage, Timothy had his arm draped over Benjamin's shoulder. "There's still no news. It's not just a smoke bomb, is it?"

Benjamin kept his eyes on the direction of the backstage. "Even if it's a smoke bomb, we've achieved what we wanted, haven't we?"

Unexpectedly, Noelle was also there, holding a glow stick, full of excitement. Timothy immediately agreed, nodding and smiling as he stroked her hair.

Not far away, Samuel was also present. He clenched his fist, watching the numbers on the big screen skyrocket.

It was an enormous amount, and even multiplying his real estate investment returns by ten wouldn't be able to match it.

"How could this happen? How could Byte Technologies reach such heights? Is there a possibility of data manipulation?"

The secretary by his side dared not breathe heavily. "Given this is such a large event... it shouldn't be possible, Director Walker. I never expected Ms. Lewis to make the right gamble."

Samuel's face darkened. At first, he had thought that Grace would surely be ousted from Amirate once the year-end financial report was disclosed.

However, at this rate, he might very well suffer a complete defeat.

The secretary quickly supported him and comforted him, saying, "Don't worry too much for now. At least, we've taken down Caleb. He's so close to Ms. Lewis. This incident will surely hurt them badly." It took Samuel quite some time to recover. It was only slightly relieving to hear that.

"That kid hasn't made any moves for several days. It seems he's reluctant to part with that girl. He's even willing to sacrifice his future."

"I know, right?"

At this moment, Grace walked out elegantly from backstage. She had a shawl over her shoulders. She bumped into Samuel.

"I didn't expect you to have the time to come and attend the gala, Director Walker. Why didn't you inform me in advance so that I could make arrangements?"

She smiled brightly. After enduring it for several months, she finally no longer needed to be cautious.

Samuel almost gritted his teeth and sneered. "Ms. Lewis, I'm an old hand. I advise you not to be too pleased too soon. Even if Byte Technologies earns a lot today, it won't survive on the stock market on Monday."

Unimpressed, Grace extended her fingers to inspect her newly done nails. "Where should I start?"

"Heh, Caleb is now Amirate's artist. With such a huge scandal, do you think Amirate won't be affected?"

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