Dumped A Scumbag At The Altar For A One Night Stand With A Billionaire-Chapter 109: An Exact Replica

Smooth classical music filled the hall, floating in every direction from the musical quartet currently stationed on the platform.

Countless important people were present here today everyone mingling with one another.

Celine spotted the Blakewood family patriarch, a tall older man with regality in his veins, there was pride in his eyes as he went on stage under the applause of all the guests. Seeing the man’s face brought her son to mind.

Leo did look a lot like these people, and it was even the pictures of Tristan’s parents being displayed on a giant screen behind that made her even more astounded.

Good lord, Tristan looked like an exact replica of his own father!

Celine swallowed nervously, she really had to do everything to make sure these people never get to see her son, otherwise there would be no hiding him. They wouldn’t even need a DNA test to confirm the boy was their own blood.

After saying a few words and expressing how proud he was of his grandson’s achievements and singlehandedly building Grayson Corp, the older man left the stage for Tristan to have his speech.

She looked around for Tristan along the halls but couldn’t see him. She had just begun to wonder where he was when she heard a firm voice from behind her,

"Who put that image up?"

"It was the Blakewood matriarch, president."

"Take that man’s picture away, this event is not in his honor."

When he passed by her, his shoulder seemed to lightly brush over hers but he didn’t look back. Celine stared at Tristan’s firm back as he made his way up the stage.

The image up on the screen immediately changed as Kaleb went backstage and it only showed a woman’s picture this time. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

His mother...

Celine recalled seeing him at the columbarium earlier today. Just like her...he had gone to visit his mother.

From what she knew, he had lost his mother first then his father afterwards, but it seemed he held a weird grudge against his father even after all these years.

Celine wondered how one could hold a grudge on a parent they had long lost, wouldn’t time ease that hatred a little bit?

He stood on stage, so tall and intimidating it felt like he lorded over every person beneath him at this moment. For some reason, his sight fell on her as he took the mic, his gaze lingered until she suddenly became self aware and quickly looked away.

His voice drifted over into her ears, he barely said a few words, just dedicated his company’s success and the whole event to Delilah Blakewood whom Celine assumed was his mother. Eventually he went off the stage but Celine tried not to focus on him, she stopped a waiter, grabbing a champagne glass then suddenly remembered she had promised a certain little boy she wouldn’t drink, with a reminiscing smile on her face she dropped the glass on the tray of the next waiter.

A loud rumble of applause filled the hall as Tristan stepped off the stage sometime later and a lot of people began to approach him for a conversation.

Celine strolled casually across the giant hall of the event, she spotted several of the colors she’d chosen earlier mixed into the decorations and felt quite pleased that she had taken those choices.

She felt the prickling awareness of a gaze fixed on her and stopped walking. She had been feeling this way for the past few minutes.

Who was keeping such a close eye on her that she...

Her thoughts halted when her eyes locked with sharp hazel ones from afar and her heart skipped a beat as she immediately looked away.

It was him... Tristan. Why was he looking at her like that?

"Miss Roberts, Hi. You look lovely..." One of the company executives stopped her for a chat and Celine smilingly replied to everything the woman said but that gaze seemed to remain steadfast upon her. Sometimes she would glance up, wondering if he might have looked away but their eyes would meet. Other times she would fervently stop herself from looking in his direction because it made her heart skip a beat everytime.

The way he looked at her, it made her feel like she would melt under his scorching gaze, just like she had felt back then...the very first time their eyes met at that wedding hall, as if he could see right through her soul.

After having a light conversion with Miss Vera, Celine moved to a corner of the hall, a space where the buzz from the event was a bit scarce but his eyes still found her, it made her feel all the more flustered.

She tried to keep herself busy, talking to everyone who approached her and stubbornly trying to fool her mind that he wasn’t still looking in her direction, she managed to keep herself distracted like that for a while until a bit later into the night, the hall lights dimmed a bit and slow music filled the air, some couples could be seen dancing merrily on the open floor.

Celine spotted a few familiar faces on the dance floor and smiled to herself. The main event was coming to an end and all that was left was merriment.

"Hello lovely, would you like to dance with me?" A man she didn’t recognize walked up to her, a bold confidence in his eyes as he asked her.

"I’m sorry, I don’t dance." She uttered and before he could even say anything else to try to convince her she walked away.

She went towards the bar and grabbed a glass of juice, slowly sipping it when she sighted Ryan in the distance, a very beautiful woman hanging on his arm but he looked utterly annoyed.

If Celine were to guess she would say that woman was one of his girlfriends, and Celine was glad she came to know about them, she could use their names as a weapon to ward off the pesky Ryan.

He suddenly looked in her direction and shook off the woman’s arm then began to head in her direction. Her eyes widened in alert.

Oh no! He really shouldn’t come to her again, she didn’t want to have to cook up excuses to ward him off again.

Celine began to hurry away from the bar, but while she was looking behind to see how far away Ryan was from her when she suddenly bumped into someone’s chest.

"I’m sorry, I..." Her words halted when she looked up to see a devastatingly handsome face, his lips were slightly reddened from wine and his hazel eyes stared down at her with a deep fervent gaze.

How did Tristan get here? The last time she saw him, he was seemingly being introduced to a group of people by his grandfather.

The warmth of his body seeped into hers causing her cheeks to instantly redden.

Celine immediately stepped backwards, turning her back to him to walk away from where he was when a warm and firm hand suddenly gripped her wrist.

She stiffened, and her heart began a race in her chest.