After the Affair: Falling into a Billionaire's Arms Chapter 58

In an instant, George's face turned ashen.

She'd actually blocked his account? Disbelieving, he tried calling her phone number. As expected, that was blocked too.

She wasn't the type to block someone over an argument. Her temperament had always been steady—no matter how heated their past fights had been, she'd never blocked him before. Now, she'd cut off every means of contact.

An indescribable unease settled over him. He couldn't stay here another minute—he had to find her immediately.

Seeing his intention, Vivian quickly grabbed his arm. "George, where are you going?"

"Home," George replied coldly.

Vivian froze. How could he leave at a time like this? The main event hadn't even begun. Forcefully, she clung to his arm, refusing to let him go.

Her clinginess made George frown. This was the biggest difference between Vivian and Louisa. Vivian constantly needed to be attached to him, while Louisa never did. 

Louisa always knew when to give him space, especially in public settings like this one—filled with high society, many of whom knew Louisa personally.

Not wanting more gossip reaching Louisa's ears, he planned to push Vivian away.

Something suddenly caught his eye—a familiar necklace around her throat. It was a Bulgari blue diamondnecklace that cast dazzling reflections in the light.

He froze, staring at Vivian. "Where did you get that necklace?"

"I bought it at an auction," Vivian replied, unaware of his reaction as she chattered on. "They say it was Princess Diana's favorite piece. Someone bought it years ago for his wife. But something must have happened because I spotted it at an auction recently and convinced my brother to—"

"Take it off," George commanded, no longer interested in her explanation.

Vivian looked unhappy, but seeing his expression, she didn't dare refuse. She reached behind her neck and removed the necklace.

George held it in his hand, confirming what he already knew—this was the exact necklace he'd purchased at an auction four years ago as a gift for Louisa. It had been the first truly valuable present he'd given her.

She had cherished it, once telling him, "The day I give this up is the day I give you up too."

He had earnestly promised her that day would never come. Yet here they were.

He suddenly remembered the boxes of treasured possessions she'd recently sold off. He'd never imagined she would part with this. 

Between the blocked contacts and the sold necklace, George's anxiety intensified. He couldn't wait another second;he needed to find her right now.

Seeing his determination to leave, Vivian grew desperate, clutching his arm tightly. "George, you can't leave now."

"Why not?" George fixed her with an icy stare.

It was the first time he'd looked at her with such coldness. Terrified, she thought frantically, 'Why hasn't it started yet? Hurry up and announce our engagement!'

Just then, thunderous applause erupted around them. George and Vivian instinctively turned toward the sound. Hazel was making her way to the stage with what she considered a dignified, elegant stride.

Taking the microphone, she offered the audience a poised smile before speaking. "Today is Vivian's birthday celebration, and normally I wouldn't be the one giving a speech. However, as the parent of the future groom, I have an announcement to make. 

"My son, George Capulet, will today become engaged to the Price family's daughter, Vivian!"

Her words were met with another round of applause that gradually developed into a rhythmic beat as everyone turned to look at George and Vivian. The entire Price family, including Hazel, gazed at them with satisfaction.

Vivian was so excited she was on the verge of tears.

Only George stood outside the moment. Hadn't he made it clear he would never get engaged to Vivian? What was happening?

Before he could process the situation, a commotion at the entrance of the estate caught everyone's attention. All eyes turned toward the door.

A woman in a red evening gown appeared in the doorway.

Her features were exquisite, her makeup flawless, but her gaze was ice-cold as it swept across the room. 

The surrounding lights struck her dark red mermaid dress with precision, making the fabric appear not like cloth but like solidified blood and fire, each fold concealing an unsheathed blade.

A red silk scarf of the same material wrapped around her wrist, hiding her unhealed wound while its ends fluttered in the breeze like a mist of blood. 

She walked in slowly on three-inch gold stilettos, each step radiating the aura of someone returned from hell—filled with killing intent yet breathtakingly beautiful.

Every woman present seemed to fade in comparison.

George stared at her, sensing something dramatically different about her today, though he couldn't focus on what it was—his attention completely captured by her presence.

Vivian's face turned deathly pale. "Louisa!"

She wasn't dead? How was she not dead?

Many guests recognized Louisa and exchanged confused whispers:

"Isn't she Ms. Price's rival? Why would she come?"

"Isn't it obvious? Dressed to kill, radiating such coldness—she's here to cause a scene."

Someone laughed dismissively. "Her? They're already engaged—what does she think she can do? She's just a secretary who thought she could marry into wealth and become a society wife."

Eventually, all confused murmurs and curious whispers drowned beneath waves of mockery. Everyone settled in to watch the drama unfold.

Hazel began to panic.

But Louisa ignored everyone, her cold, dangerous gaze fixed on George and Vivian. Without thinking, George immediately moved toward her.

To his surprise, Vivian clung tightly to his arm, looking at Louisa with panic and possessiveness. "Louisa, what are you doing here? Today is the happy day of my engagement to George. We're getting married soon—are you still trying to hang onto him?"