Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 303

Miranda forced down her emotions and glanced toward the restroom just as Viola emerged. Their eyes met—Viola started toward her, but Miranda shot her a cold, warning glare. Viola faltered, hesitated, then quickly veered away to blend into the crowd.

Meanwhile, Juliet led Julius Channing to a quieter corner of the bar, gesturing for him to take a seat.

“Please, Mr. Channing,” she said, her voice polite and poised.

Julius smiled—there was something inherently charming in his gaze, as if he could make anyone feel like the center of the universe. He sat down opposite Juliet, who slid into her own seat across from him with practiced ease.

Cynthia watched the exchange, a wry thought flickering through her mind:

His eyes could probably look at a dog with the same smoldering intensity.

That was Julius Channing—effortlessly flirtatious, always with a spark in his eye.

But Juliet didn't seem the least bit flustered by his attention. She launched straight into conversation, discussing business and prospects with a calm confidence.

Julius had no airs about him. Talking to him was surprisingly easy, the conversation flowing naturally from the financial world to networking and future developments. Cynthia had always assumed this tabloid fixture—a regular on the society pages—was nothing but a spoiled playboy. Yet here he was, answering Juliet’s questions with the poise of a seasoned professional, his confidence genuine and unforced. It was clear that the man behind the headlines wasn’t quite what the public believed.

Cynthia suddenly understood her sister’s intentions. Juliet wanted to connect with Julius, perhaps to steer Tremaine Holdings in a new direction. Not wanting to disrupt her plans, Cynthia quietly slipped away, heading off to find Jocelyn Fairchild.

It was only after the last guest had left that Seymour and Vicky Chalfont finally arrived at the vineyard. As they entered, their eyes landed immediately on Juliet and Julius, the only two sitting alone at the edge of the room, near the window seat. The rest of the guests lounged on the sectional, chatting and sipping their drinks.

Whatever Julius had just said, it drew a rare smile from Juliet. Bathed in the bar’s warm golden light, she looked softer, almost radiant.

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