Chapter 352

Their movements became a seamless whirlwind, leaving the audience breathless. Every step was executed with flawless precision, perfectly synchronized with the music's rhythm. Even the most skeptical spectators found themselves awestruck.

As the final note faded, silence gripped the room for a heartbeat before thunderous applause shattered the spell.

Vivian Hartley's transformation was complete. Where people once saw only a pretty face with mediocre talent, they now witnessed undeniable brilliance. What had been dismissed as a casual pastime became a breathtaking display of mastery.

Envy thrives on small differences. But true greatness inspires only reverence.

In that moment, Vivian ceased being Adrian Blackwood's decorative wife.

Instead, Adrian became the visionary who recognized her potential before the world did. He noticed the shifting gazes around them. Had he kept her hidden, she would never have earned this respect.

A decision crystallized in his mind. From now on, he would let her stand in her own light - not as Mrs. Blackwood, but as Vivian Hartley, the true jewel of the Blackwood legacy.

Backstage, a cluster of brand representatives materialized as they exited. Vivian assumed they came for Adrian and moved aside. To her astonishment, they offered brief greetings to him before swarming her with business cards.

"Ms. Hartley, our new skincare line needs your elegance as its face."

"Ms. Hartley, this philanthropic campaign was made for you."

"Ms. Hartley, our short film requires your emotional depth in the lead role."

Adrian leaned against the wall, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Quite the popular star, Ms. Hartley," he teased, gesturing for her to continue. His relaxed posture mirrored the countless times she'd waited patiently during his business affairs.

Vivian engaged politely but declined the cards, producing Lydia Bennett's contact instead. "My agent handles these matters. I'll share my preferences with her."

Adrian stubbed out his cigarette and straightened. "May I reclaim my wife now?" His quiet request scattered the crowd like startled birds.

"Mr. Blackwood, our apologies! We'll arrange dinner to make amends."

Without responding, Adrian guided Vivian away with a protective arm around her shoulders.

The walk to the car passed in weighted silence. Vivian searched for words but found none. Ethan Caldwell stood ready by the vehicle, opening the door with practiced efficiency. "Mr. Blackwood, Mrs. Blackwood."

Just as Adrian bent to enter, a razor-sharp voice sliced through the night. "Vivian!"

Turning, Vivian locked eyes with Cassandra Blake, whose gaze burned with undisguised intensity.