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Selena's grip on the champagne flute in her hand tightened momentarily, but she quickly forced herself to relax. It didn't matter. None of it mattered anymore.

The feelings she once had for Zhiyuan were long dead, buried under the weight of his lies and betrayal. He could grovel at her feet now, but it wouldn't change a thing.

No, what Selena wanted wasn't his love or his attention. She didn't even want his apologies. What she wanted was simple—to humiliate those who dared to look down on her.

To remind the people in this room, the ones who whispered behind her back and plotted against her, that she wasn't someone to be trifled with.

She straightened, her smile returning, this time sharp and cold. Let Nicholas's presence unsettle them. Let them stew in their confusion and doubt.

Selena would wait, let them make their moves, and then she would strike. Whatever their intentions were, she would ensure that they regretted underestimating her.