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Chapter 14 - The Greenwich Gala

Six months after the near-fatal raid, Julian decided to host the estate's first grand charity gala in over half a decade. Unlike the stiff, cold corporate galas of his past, this evening was filled with local artists, foundation beneficiaries, community leaders, and close friends.

The ballroom glittered under crystal chandeliers, and jazz music filled the air. Julian stood near the French doors in a bespoke tuxedo, watching Camila laugh as Sofia—dressed like a tiny princess—twirled around the marble floor with one of the estate’s kind-hearted chefs.

"You clean up rather well, Mr. Hargrove," a playful voice murmured beside him.

Julian turned to see Camila smiling up at him. She wore a deep emerald gown that matched the glint of the ancient family ring now safely and permanently resting on her left ring finger.

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"I told you," Julian smiled, wrapping a protective arm around her waist, "the billionaire lifestyle is nothing without the right queen to share it with."

As the camera shutters flashed from society journalists chronicling the triumphant return of Julian Hargrove, Julian didn't care about the headlines or the stock prices. He only cared about the soft, genuine warmth of the woman resting her head against his shoulder.

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