When Jennifer whispered to him, Arthur didn't respond much. He just gave a noncommittal hum, seeming indifferent to her meaning. Jennifer noticed his eyes continuously scanning the crowded room. A flicker of irritation crossed her face. Arthur, what are you looking for? Waiting for Chloe to show up? Don't hold your breath. You'll never see her again. Meanwhile, Carolyn entered the lavish banquet hall on Monique's arm, fashionably late. As they stepped inside, the mother-daughter duo exchanged a knowing glance and subtle, satisfied smiles. No one knew where they had been beforehand, and no one ever would. The real show was just about to begin. The ballroom was buzzing with energy, and the attending press was hard at work. Every guest present was a potential headline, and reporters were on the lookout for the next big moment to capture. The name "Lewis Group" already carried significant weight in Capaville's business scene, and with the recent 50-billion-dollar infusion, the company had been propelled into the top tier. "Mom, how do I look in this dress?" Carolyn asked, gracefully smoothing the fabric to show off her figure. The dress was a high-priced purchase from an exclusive boutique, bought by Monique. It was a globally limited-edition piece—according to the sales associate, only ten existed in the world, guaranteeing she wouldn't face the embarrassment of a duplicate. Monique looked her daughter over. Carolyn did clean up beautifully. Dressed in this exclusive creation, she was sure to outshine that little nuisance Chloe. That girl was all looks and charm, which explained why men always seemed to rush to her aid. "Carolyn, you need to make an impression tonight," Monique instructed in a hushed tone. "I spent a fortune on that dress. Make it count." "I will, Mom," Carolyn replied softly. Then, arm in arm, they proceeded further into the gala. Tonight, when all eyes should have been on Chloe, everyone would instead see her for what she truly was: dirty, disgraceful, and underhanded. In contrast, Carolyn was the picture of poise and restraint—someone who didn't make a scene. A person like her was a thousand times better than Chloe. With public opinion on their side, there was no way Scott would ever allow Chloe back into the family fold as the legitimate Lewis heiress. Word had already spread among the shareholders and upper management that Scott had a major announcement planned for tonight. It didn't take a genius to guess he was planning to hand over the reins of Lewis Group to Chloe. Handing the company to Chloe meant giving her control over everything. Had anyone even considered her? She was his daughter, too. Why did Chloe get everything? Tonight was the night that little gold-digger would get exactly what she deserved. Carolyn would rise by stepping over Chloe's ruined reputation, finally taking her rightful place in the spotlight as the true, prominent daughter of the Lewis family. There could only be one Lewis heiress, and that was her. Walking into the glow of the lights, Monique and Carolyn felt like the stars of the evening. After all, in their minds, Lewis Group was rightfully theirs. Most socialites recognized Monique as Scott's wife, but few had ever gotten a clear look at their daughter, Carolyn. Her appearance tonight beside her mother was essentially her formal debut into high society. Spotting Monique, the reporters quickly redirected their cameras toward the pair. This was it—Carolyn's official unveiling. Tonight was indeed a historic moment for the Lewis family! Noticing the cameras, Carolyn paused to strike a pose, treating the banquet hall as her personal red carpet. She arched her back slightly to best display her figure, and the media obliged, focusing their lenses on her even more intently. She posed with practiced grace, almost as if she were back in her brief stint as a socialite influencer, all past scandals momentarily forgotten. Just as Carolyn grew confident that her exclusive, world-class dress would land her on the society pages, one of the photographers suddenly muttered, "Wait, look—they're wearing the same dress!" Carolyn, still holding her pose, felt a spike of annoyance as the cameras abruptly wavered. It took her a second to process the whispers rippling through the press line, and a confused frown settled on her features.