The Ex-Wife’s Billion Dollar Comeback Novel

---- Chapter 222: Mrs. Steel ~ Soraya ~ New Avenport. "Honey, my flight is delayed. | might be late for the appointment ceremony," Jacob said over the phone. Soraya was in her hotel room in New Avenport, getting ready for the appointment ceremony. The Dalton Realty shareholders had insisted on the celebration, despite her already signing the contract to accept the chairman position. "It's okay, Honey. Take your time," Soraya said. "I'll head out to the New Avenport Grand Convention.

Annette is meeting us there." Time seemed to fly, and before she knew it, the day had come for Soraya to meet her biological parents. Soraya wore her best dress, one that Luca had made for her. She paired it with Jacob's most expensive jewelry gifts. Clad in a maroon satin off-the-shoulder dress, her hair styled up in a neat bun behind her head, Soraya looked refined. Months after giving birth, her waist was smaller, and her skin had regained its natural glow, maybe even better than before. Soraya arrived early at the venue.

She was met by Annette's assistant, who informed her that Annette was running late due to a problem with her dress. Henry Dalton had assigned a VIP table for Soraya and Jacob, including Annette and her assistant. In her seat, Soraya enjoyed canapés and wine while reviewing the program. Those who had met her during her last visit greeted her respectfully, and Soraya smiled back warmly. ---- "She is so beautiful." "She is so graceful!" "Her dress is amazing. I'm pretty sure that's a limited edition Valmont Privée dress, the one everyone's been going crazy about." "She's Ara Steel?

She looks so young!" "| wonder what her background is." "Mrs. Steel, everyone is so curious about you," Annette's female assistant remarked. "They'll be stunned when they learn what you've accomplished in Cedar Heights." Soraya just smiled. "Let them be. That's for Annette to reveal later on." "I'll just go to the restroom, Mrs. Steel. I'll be back," Annette's assistant said, and Soraya nodded. Moments later, Soraya felt a group of eyes staring at her. She turned around and locked eyes with Harrison, Amelia, and Elena Dalton. Their eyes widened, panic flashing across their faces.

There was a story behind their expressions, but whatever they were thinking, Soraya knew, they were dead wrong. Soraya turned her gaze forward and ignored them. She meant to wait for the final moment. seek ~ Elena Dalton ~ Elena and her parents arrived at the convention center earlier than they should have. Normally, at company gatherings, they made it a point to arrive last, ensuring everyone noticed their entrance. But today was different. Today, they were eager at the thought of meeting Miss Ara Steel.

---- They had heard stories about her: wealthy, refined, and young enough to be a valuable connection for years to come. In their minds, she was the kind of woman whose favor could change their social standing overnight. Elena's mother imagined fancy lunches and charity events where the Steel name would appear on their guest list. Her father dreamed of new business ventures and projects sealed over champagne. And Elena? She imagined herself becoming more popular, not just in New Avenport, but in other cities as well. She might even get the chance to marry one of Jacob's friends.

The Daltons were all pumped up, ready to rub shoulders, but the moment they arrived, they immediately saw Soraya Azar. "Oh my god," Elena whispered to her parents. "Mom, Dad, Soraya is here." There was something different about the way Soraya looked confident. Everything about Soraya screamed sophistication, and Elena wondered why. They all whispered amongst themselves. Harrison: "What is she doing here?" Amelia: "Who invited her?" Harrison frowned. "Could she have heard about this event?" Elena: "Mom, Dad. She must know Dalton Realty has been taken over by Mr. Steel's wife.

Maybe she's familiar with Azora Realty LLC. She could be trying to get more money from you guys. That has to be it!" Elena panicked. No one in New Avenport knew she was only an adopted daughter and that Soraya was the real Dalton heiress. "Mom, Dad," Elena's voice softened. "What if Soraya came ---- here to reveal the truth about me? Maybe she wants to humiliate me." "No, that can't be," Amelia said firmly. "It was part of the contract when your dad and | approved the adoption.

No one was supposed to know." "Let's go talk to her right now," Harrison suggested, and all three of them made their way to Soraya's seat. The moment they reached her, Harrison barked, "What are you doing here? Don't cause any trouble for Elena." "Are you even invited?" Elena asked sharply. "Soraya, | know we owe you a lot, but this isn't right," Amelia said in a low, shaky voice. "We already gave you up for adoption, with your consent. Under the law, we no longer have any relationship." Elena and her parents grew anxious and upset, unable to hide their worry.

As they spoke, they carefully looked around, keeping their voices low so only Soraya could hear. They expected Soraya to react, to raise her voice or defend herself, but to their surprise, she calmly turned to them and said, "I'm sorry, who are you? | don't know any of you. Am | invited? You asked." Soraya then flashed her gold invitation card and added, "I'm very much invited. My companions will arrive shortly." Elena and her parents looked at each other, confused, until anger began to rise in her father. "What kind of game are you playing, Soraya? Leave now. You can't be here.

If you want to talk about money, we'll do it later. WAIT. OUTSIDE!" Harrison hissed. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," the host suddenly announced. "It's six fifty in the evening. We will begin the ---- program in ten minutes." The timing only made the Daltons panic more. "I'm not leaving," Soraya said calmly. "I'm an important person in today's event. Why don't you go back to your seats, whoever you are? I'm not bothering you." "For the last time, Soraya, leave," Harrison said through gritted teeth. But just as Harrison gave his final warning, Henry Dalton's voice came from behind them.

"Mrs. Steel! | see you've already arrived!" Elena and her parents froze. They turned to Henry, bewildered. 'Who did my uncle just call Mrs. Steel?' Elena silently asked. They looked around. There was no other elegant-looking woman nearby who could possibly fit that title. Then, to their utter shock, Henry walked straight past them and greeted Soraya. "Mrs. Steel." Elena: "222" Harrison's brows furrowed. Amelia's mouth dropped open. "WHAT?"