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Chapter 77
Eden’s expression remained composed as Myra’s words hung in the air. Her gaze was steady, unwavering, and she didn’t show any hint of being ruffled by the accusations or the sudden change in Myra’s demeanor.
Victor, on the other hand, could sense the tension brewing. His usual calmness remained, but there was an underlying sharpness in his tone when he responded to Myra. “Miss Gienger, I’m sure. Eden Bleu has been with Alwynn Group for quite some time, and I can assure you she is who she says she is. There’s no need to entertain such baseless assumptions.”
The way Victor spoke, with such authority, seemed to silence any further argument Myra could have made. Her expression faltered slightly before she quickly regained her composure. It was clear to anyone present that she was now trying to salvage her dignity in front of Victor.
Bethany, however, didn’t seem convinced. Her piercing gaze was locked on Eden, studying her with intensity. “So, you’re not Cyan, but you look exactly like her. That’s quite a coincidence, don’t you think?” Bethany’s voice was cold, and she wasn’t backing down.
Eden could feel Bethany’s scrutiny, but it didn’t shake her resolve. She stood taller, the air around her charged with an unspoken strength. “If you’re suggesting that my appearance is the only thing that ties me to the past, then you’re mistaken,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “I am Eden Bleu, not Cyan. I’ve earned my place here, and I’m not going to let anyone diminish that.”
Victor observed Eden, noting the shift in her demeanor. She was no longer the timid girl he had once encountered. Her confidence was palpable, and though she still bore the weight of her past, she wasn’t letting it define her anymore. It was a quality he respected.
Bethany’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing more, seemingly unsure how to proceed. Myra, on the other hand, had finally accepted that she had made a mistake, but her pride wouldn’t let her admit it outright. She turned to Victor with a forced smile. “I see. My apologies then, Miss Bleu,” she said, though her tone was less than sincere.
Eden’s smile didn’t waver. “No need to apologize, Miss Gienger,” she replied smoothly. “It’s not uncommon to make mistakes.”
Victor could see that Eden was handling this encounter with a poise he hadn’t expected, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration for her resilience. There was a strength in her that had grown over the years, a stark contrast to the vulnerable woman she had been in the past. He wasn’t sure what exactly had changed, but something about her made him want to keep watching.
As the conversation came to an awkward halt, Eden took a step back, her posture still elegant and composed. “If you’ll excuse me, I believe I have a dinner to attend,” she said, her voice light but final, signaling that the matter was closed as far as she was concerned.
Victor nodded, stepping beside her. “Let’s go, Eden.”
As they made their way to the restaurant, Myra and Bethany stood there, their gazes lingering on Eden’s retreating figure. Neither of them spoke for a moment, but it was clear that they were still processing the encounter, and perhaps, for the first time, they realized that the woman before them was no longer the same person they once knew.