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Chapter 88

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The ballroom at the Regal Crown Hotel shimmered with wealth and legacy. Crystal chandeliers hung like teardrops from the ceiling, and velvet-draped tables surrounded a polished marble dance floor. It was a charity gala, hosted by Grace under the newly-formed Charlotte Grace Foundation for Justice, and it marked her official debut as the new face of ethical philanthropy in the business world.

Her dress was midnight blue, sleek and elegant, hugging her frame with understated power. It was a design by a local fashion house she had invested in, a quiet nod to her mission of lifting others up. Her presence turned heads, not just for her beauty, but because she carried something most of the billionaires in the room lacked: purpose.

Nathaniel was nearby, dressed in a classic black tuxedo, his gaze locked on her as though she were the only thing in the room. He didn’t need to be at her side every second, his confidence was in the way he let her shine.

Grace scanned the crowd from the podium,
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