Whispers and murmurs filled the room.
Why were the two sons of the Byron family both here today?
The moment Leila laid eyes on Amelie, her face contorted with anger.
What was she doing here?
Leila quickly glanced at Lamont, who stood expressionless at his side, showing no change in demeanor.
"What brings you guys here? To offer their congratulations?"
Leila hurried off the stage to Amelie's side, trying to ease the tension and avoid any missteps.
With a warm smile on her face, she took Amelie's hand.
"Of course, I came to bless you. I never expected you to hold a press conference for her wedding."
Amelie replied affectionately.
Leila sensed that something was amiss but had no time to ponder it.
Lamont remained on stage, aloof and indifferent.
"Ms. Cisneros, may I ask if you're going to marry Mr. Coffey Byron soon?"
A rave reporter approached her.