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Chapter 781: This kiss wasnt like the ones before it was fierce, unapologetically aggressive.

His hand gripped her head with a firmness that allowed no escape, no retreat.

Had he completely lost his mind? To pull a stunt like this in front of everyone, in such a public setting! When Verruckt finally released her, his words cut through the air, calm but laced with an icy finality.

Youve seen it now.

Shes the one I love.

His gaze swept across the room, dismissive of everyone present.

No one else could ever compare to her.

The entire banquet hall seemed to hold its breath, stunned into silence.

Verruckt had never publicly acknowledged a girlfriend, let alone brought a woman to such an event.

Even seeing him with a female companion was a rarity.

Yet here he was, openly declaring his affections for her in the grandest possible manner.

Fiona stood frozen, her disbelief etched into every line of her face.

She stared at the scene, her mind screaming for it to be a dream, a fabrication of her imagination.

No! This couldnt be real.

And yet, no matter how much she wanted to deny it, there was no mistaking the truth.

Verruckts kiss had been far too genuine, too charged with emotion to be staged.

Miss Smith, do you have any other questions? Verruckts voice sliced through her spiraling thoughts, snapping her back to reality.

Her breaths grew uneven as she glared at him, her voice shaking with suppressed fury.

Even if shes your girlfriend, so what? This is the Immortality Groups banquet, and Stuart family members arent welcome here! Mσгε υρďατεѕ ιη ɢαℓησνεℓѕ.¢σм The socialites flanking Fiona quickly caught on, their eagerness to align with her palpable.

They exchanged sly glances before piling on their insults.

Exactly! Letting someone like her, who climbs her way up using men, attend this banquet makes a mockery of high society! Miss Smith is absolutely right.

The dumpster seems like a more fitting place for Miss Stuart.

However, the person who had uttered the last remark didnt even get a chance to smirk before a resounding slap turned her face to the side.

A thin line of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, vivid against her pale skin.

The black-clad figure responsible for the strike had already retreated.

Verruckt calmly stood with an expressionless face.

The woman who was slapped, stunned and clutching her reddened cheek, cried out in disbelief, How dare you! Her eyes burned with fury as she fixed Verruckt with a scathing glare, momentarily forgetting Fionas affection for him in her outrage.

Her voice rose in indignation.

How dare you let someone lay a hand on me! Verruckt was far from anyones idea of nobility.

So, it wasnt surprising that this clique of self-important elites didnt truly respect him deep down.

What they felt, more than anything, was fear a dread rooted firmly in the mysteries of his research institute.

When the woman brazenly questioned him, her words reckless and poorly chosen, Verruckt didnt so much as flinch.

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