Chapter 441

The Cunninghams have finally shown their true colors.

After playing second fiddle for so long, their ambition has grown unchecked. How dare they bare their fangs at the Valdemars?

Today's farce was clearly orchestrated by the Cunninghams.

They sought to tarnish the Valdemar name in high society.

But Alexander Valdemar isn't one to be trifled with.

"Ryan Cunningham, I won't forget this insult to my family," Alexander said, his voice icy.

Ryan smirked. "Alexander, I'll repay today's humiliation tenfold."

"Be my guest." Alexander's tone was dismissive.

Emily Lowell stood nearby, her eyes glinting with malice.

She hadn't expected Alexander to defend Sophia so fiercely.

Not even a simple apology could be negotiated.

No matter.

As long as Sophia's reputation took a hit, her goal was achieved.

Bodyguards blocked their path with stone-faced efficiency.

"No one leaves until the police arrive."

Ryan whirled around, livid. "Alexander! You've crossed a line!"

Alexander adjusted his cufflinks leisurely. "Weren't you the ones demanding justice?"

Adrian Valdemar wrinkled his nose as he sidled up to Sophia.

"Let's step back, sis. These two reek of desperation."

The crowd instinctively gave them wider berth.

Ryan trembled with rage. "Show some respect now, and I might spare you later!"

Adrian made a show of cleaning his ear. "With what? The Cunningham fortune couldn't buy a Valdemar fingernail."

"You—"

Ryan's fists clenched.

Dr. Preston Quincy's research would be completed soon.

With that technology, the Cunninghams would rise to power.

"Mark my words! Valdemar's reign is ending!"

Alexander didn't even blink. "We'll see."

Sirens wailed in the distance.

As Emily was led away, her mind raced with contingency plans.

The Valdemars' retaliation only proved Sophia's importance.

Guests exchanged knowing glances.

Who would dare underestimate the Valdemar heiress now?

Sophia watched their retreating figures, a thoughtful smile playing on her lips.

She remembered the shadowy figure outside Dr. Quincy's office.

The banquet lasted well into the night.

Behind the Valdemar Manor's artificial rocks, two figures whispered.

"Did you hear? The Patriarch gifted his granddaughter-in-law a dowry worth over three billion!"

"Tsk tsk. Mrs. Valdemar has truly ascended to the highest branch..."