This had been specifically arranged by Scott. He wanted to present Lewis Group's journey and its renewed potential to the distinguished guests, allowing everyone to witness the company's remarkable comeback firsthand. From this day forward, Lewis Group would shed its former image of instability. The promotional video, played at this perfectly orchestrated moment, was meant to be a highlight. After all, such a professionally produced corporate narrative was not something one saw every day. Carolyn's eyes remained fixed on the men's coat draped over Chloe's shoulders. A thought seemed to strike her. She caught Monique's eye, ensuring her mother understood, then stepped forward abruptly. "Chloe, where did you get that coat?" she asked, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. "It looks like a man's!" Her sudden question immediately redirected everyone's attention to Chloe. The men's coat over her dress was undeniably conspicuous. The cut and fabric were clearly high-end, bespoke, and expensive. Yet, Chloe had been wearing it since she walked in. "This coat..." Chloe glanced down at it lightly, as if just remembering it was there. She recalled the moment after the accident, the chill on her shoulders, and how Eugene had wordlessly placed his own coat around her without hesitation. It had carried his residual warmth, a small comfort that steadied her. Carolyn watched Chloe's reaction, mistaking her pause for forgetfulness or guilt. "Where exactly were you, Chloe? How did you end up wearing a man's coat?" Carolyn's gaze had already noted Eugene, standing in only his shirt, his own coat missing. This had to be his. How cozy. Maybe they were too busy in the car to notice this obvious detail. Lawrence had arrived with them. This Eugene clearly moved in powerful circles. Chloe must have used her connection to him to get close to the upper echelons of Cosmos Group. Everyone had seen them arrive together. This man had been around for a while, but his background was murky. If Lawrence was on familiar terms with him, he was clearly someone with influence. Hmph, Chloe. You think no one knows about your dirty little secrets? Just wait until everyone sees the pictures. Let's see how you explain this. She got everything through her looks. Does she have any shame? With all of Capaville's elite watching, how exactly had she secured such deals? Was she not ashamed to stand there and claim these achievements? Go to hell.Throwing caution aside, Carolyn pressed on. "Chloe, are you sure you were in an accident? You said the car was totaled, but... you look perfectly fine! That tiny little mark on your face... It couldn't just be a random scratch from an accident, could it?" She deliberately adopted a wide-eyed, naive expression. "Oh... I guess I shouldn't speculate. I spoke out of turn." She then shrank behind Monique as if chastised. "Mom, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." Monique lowered her voice, adopting a stern, matronly tone as she looked at Chloe. "Chloe, Carolyn has a point. What is really going on? What's the story with this coat?" She paused, letting the question hang. "We were all so worried about you earlier we didn't think it through. But now that I consider it... things don't quite add up. If the accident was as serious as you said..." She let the implication sink in, noting the growing curiosity and doubt on the faces in the crowd. "You... didn't just come from some gentleman's private room and forget you were still wearing his coat, did you? Then, when you arrived, you made up the story about the accident?" Monique's words were a masterclass in insinuation, blending false concern with a damning narrative. As soon as she finished, a wave of puzzled murmurs spread. Chloe claimed a serious, car-totaling accident, yet she stood there virtually unscathed—the only visible mark being a faint scratch. And now, this men's coat had become the glaring center of attention. "Coming from a gentleman's private room." The phrase carried a heavy, sordid weight. Chloe isn't that kind of woman... is she? As the thought took hold, the glances directed at Chloe grew increasingly suspicious. "Chloe, whose coat is this?" Carolyn fanned the flames, asking bluntly. "Judging by the cut and style, it must have cost a fortune. Is it some wealthy benefactor's?"