The Fake Luna: Marked By The Alpha King

Chapter 263: Chapter 263 What the hell are you doing here?

He pulled out his phone and called his boss. By now, the man should’ve already entered the main hall. If the Smith heiress had arrived, someone would’ve pointed her out.

The call connected quickly.

Sophia held her breath and leaned over, tapping the speaker button.

"Mr. Reese," Derek began.

"Where the hell are you?" his boss snapped before he could say anything else. "Didn’t I tell you this summit was critical? Don’t be late!"

"I’m sorry, sir. There was... an incident on the way. I’m not going to make it."

Derek chose his words carefully. If Aria really was the Smith heiress, and his boss found out he’d been involved in a confrontation with her, he’d be fired on the spot.

"Unbelievable," Mr. Reese muttered. "This was your chance to network with real power players, and you blow it. Typical."

He sounded ready to hang up.

"Wait—Mr. Reese, I’m curious," Derek said quickly. "Has the Smith heiress arrived yet?"

"You’re not even here and you’re asking me that?" Mr. Reese huffed impatiently.

But just then, there was a sudden commotion in the background. Derek could hear voices rising in excitement.

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A figure had entered the central area of the hall—a woman, her silhouette graceful and commanding.

Bodyguards flanked her on all sides as she moved toward the VIP section at the front.

Someone nearby murmured, "That’s her. The Smith heiress. Current CEO of V&A Group."

"She’s so young," Mr. Reese muttered, craning his neck to get a better look. He could only catch a glimpse of her profile before security blocked his view.

He tried to push forward, but the staff stopped him. "Please return to your seat, sir."

Derek caught fragments of the conversation. "You saw her? The Smith heiress?"

"Yeah. Sort of. I saw her," Mr. Reese said distractedly.

"What was she wearing? What did she look like?" Sophia couldn’t help herself, leaning closer to the phone.