Chapter 478

Ryan Cunningham swirled his wine glass with a faint smirk playing on his lips.

"This press conference is doomed to fail."

The room fell into an uneasy silence as guests exchanged knowing glances.

The business world was a battlefield of hidden daggers and open confrontations. Every guest here was a seasoned opportunist.

They secretly cursed their missed chance to acquire Dr. Quincy's research before the Cunninghams.

Now they could only watch helplessly as the Cunninghams claimed the prize.

If they could hitch their wagons to this powerful family, even scraps from the table would suffice.

No one mentioned the press conference again.

"Ryan, a toast to the Cunninghams' brilliant acquisition."

"Don't forget about us when new opportunities arise. The Shaws will always support you."

"Me too! Ryan, let me propose another toast!"

Amidst the flurry of compliments, Ryan's vanity swelled.

His younger brother had always been the golden child - excelling in academics and business strategy.

Though Ryan held the CEO title, real power belonged to his vice president brother.

He wasn't jealous. Just... occasionally overlooked.

Securing Dr. Quincy's research finally earned their father's approval.

That rare look of pride tasted sweeter than the finest wine.

Ryan raised his glass gracefully. "Your kindness humbles me."

Meanwhile, Emily Lowell recalled her earlier confrontation with William with satisfaction.

If the Lowells truly considered her family, they would have handed over the research willingly.

Only then could she enter the Cunningham marriage with dignity.

But William had stubbornly refused her repeated hints.

She'd been forced to take matters into her own hands, helping Ryan's men steal the research.

Emily felt no remorse.

After years of pretending to treat her as their own, wasn't this the least the Lowells owed her?

That old fox Richard only wanted to use her to climb into the Cunninghams' good graces.

Did he ever consider her position in their household?

As guests took turns toasting the couple, Emily excused herself when the wine made her head swim.

Ryan gently released his grip on her waist. "Don't be long."

Her lilac chiffon dress and delicate makeup made her resemble a fragile violet.

Alcohol painted her cheeks pink and clouded her vision.

Unfamiliar with the Cunningham mansion, she wandered into a secluded corner.

On a nearby balcony stood a tall figure in black formalwear.

Moonlight accentuated his sharp profile and imposing presence.

Emily held her breath as she approached.

A deep voice carried through the night:

"Accelerate the decryption..."

Before she could react, the man turned abruptly.

Their eyes met.

Emily's blood turned to ice.

Those hawk-like eyes pinned her in place.

All traces of intoxication vanished instantly.