Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 480

"Philip," Arwen called, pausing in her steps. The man turned toward her, a hint of bashfulness on his face.

"Ma'am, I did what I was asked to," he said.

Arwen nodded —she knew that. But that wasn't what she wanted to know.

"Who asked you?" she asked plainly, though the answer already danced at the edge of her thoughts.

Philip glanced at her and was about to speak, when a calm voice interjected from a distance.

"It was me."

Arwen turned to look, and Margaret approached with a composed smile.

"Aunt Margaret!"

"Yes, it was me," Margaret confirmed with a nod, sparing Philip a brief glance. "I asked him to walk over to you and announce your identity. We can't let them look down on you. So, for that, it was needed for your identity to be revealed."

Arwen took that in and gave a nod. "I no longer intended to hide it anyway. It just happened to come out in the most perfect way. Thank you, Aunt Margaret."

"It was the old lady's instruction," Margaret said with a soft smile. "I was just executing it just the way she wanted."

Arwen smiled. Of course! That was so her Granna's style.

"Now, go on," Margaret said, gesturing towards the grand door of the hall. "Enter … as the Vice President of Davies Internationals."

Arwen nodded and then turned to face the towering doors at a distance. "I am ready to embrace it fully then," she muttered to herself before taking her steps forward.

Margaret remained behind with Philip. "Chairman Davies will be entering later," she said quietly. "Until then, arrange everything as it's been asked."

Philip understood and gave a respectful nod.

Margaret turned and left, disappearing into another corridor.

Meanwhile, inside the banquet hall, the air buzzed with low whispers.

"I just heard someone say it's definitely the Vice President of Davies Internationals," a guest murmured, confirming the doubt everyone held.

"So, it's true. I can't believe it … I am really curious to know who it actually is."

"Yes, even I am interested to find out," another voice chimed in. "Anyone who could work in the shadows all these years and still make the company thrive has to be exceptional. He —"

The air shifted suddenly. A subtle hush fell over the room as the grand doors creaked open.

"He is here," someone squealed in anticipation.

Catrin, who had turned away in boredom, paused again. She had decided to ignore, thinking it was beneath her. But now, curiosity clawed its way back. Slowly, she turned around.

A lean figure stepped through the doorway, casting a long shadow on the polished floor.

All eyes followed the silhouette.

But then —something shifted in the room.

The figure they expected of a man didn't quite look like one.

The graceful poise, the confident stride, the delicate silhouette of the gown flowing behind her …