Chapter 7 - Daria Kincaid’s Cold and Exceptionally Calculating Public Greeting
Daria sipped her champagne, her sharp eyes scanning the crowded room while keeping a tight grip on Samuel’s arm.
“You seem different tonight, Samuel; more focused than usual,” she noted, tilting her head suspiciously.
“Two years of mourning tends to clear the mind once you finally accept reality, Mother,” Samuel said evenly.
A satisfied smile curved Daria’s lips as she bought his rehearsed excuse without a second thought.
“I knew time would heal you; Kincaid Enterprises needs a strong leader without emotional distractions,” she remarked coldly.
“Like the distraction of a wife who suddenly vanishes into thin air?” Samuel asked, holding her gaze.
Daria’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second before she recovered with characteristic composure.
“We don't speak of that tragedy in public, Samuel; it’s bad for the company’s share value,” she scolded softly.
“Don't worry, Mother; tonight we are going to talk about a lot of things the board needs to hear,” Samuel replied.
Before Daria could question his cryptic tone, the hotel manager tapped a glass to signal the start of dinner.
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The grand trap was set, and the primary target was walking blindly toward the center stage.
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