Lucas stood quietly on the edge of the glittering crowd, watching Sloane surrounded by her family. Her laughter rang through the grand hall, bright and genuine, and a gentle smile curved his lips. Shawn nudged him with an elbow, smirking. “What’s this? Feeling jealous?” Lucas shook his head, eyes soft as they followed Sloane’s happy figure. “Not at all. I’m just… happy. She finally has a real family.” That night, Lucas was “politely” escorted to the guest quarters, while Sloane was settled in the main villa’s most luxurious suite. When the mansion had gone quiet and everyone was asleep, Sloane’s phone suddenly buzzed. It was a message from Lucas: "Your guards caught me sneaking through the garden. Princess, please come save your poor knight." Sloane tiptoed to the balcony and peeked outside—sure enough, Lucas was standing pitifully in the middle of the rose garden, a leaf stuck in his hair. The sight made her stifle a laugh.Still, she slipped on a shawl and quietly made her way downstairs to rescue him. But as she reached the bottom of the staircase, she froze. Jeffrey, Kaizen, and Shawn were sitting on the living room sofas like three silent sentinels, all looking straight at her. “Where are you going, my precious granddaughter?” Jeffrey asked mildly. “Where to this late, cousin?” Shawn added, barely hiding his grin. “Sloane, it’s cold outside,” Kaizen said, arms folded. “No need to go wandering.” Sloane: “…” Great. Lucas is going to be mosquito food tonight. The next morning, the news spread like wildfire across the city’s elite circles—Oliver family was hosting an extravagant banquet. “Did you hear? The Olivers suddenly have a daughter!” “I heard Jeffrey himself is showering her with jewels!” Every powerful family scrambled to uncover the mysterious young lady’s background, but their efforts hit a wall. The Olivers remained silent, and even the servants refused to utter a word. “I couldn’t find a thing,” muttered the Kieran heir, frowning. “Where did this woman even come from?” “I asked one of Oliver Group’s board members,” a socialite whispered. “Even they had no idea! Suddenly, there’s a new board member holding five percent of the company’s shares!” Three days before the banquet, reporters crowded outside the Oliver estate. Flashbulbs flickered as delivery trucks and luxury cars came and went, unloading mountains of ornate gift boxes. “Breaking news!” one excited photographer whispered. “The Olivers just had a custom piano flown in from Switzerland. It’s a gift for their new heiress!” Inside the mansion, chaos reigned—but of the most glamorous sort. “This one’s too plain!” Jeffrey snapped, waving a dismissive hand at yet another gown. “My granddaughter’s first public appearance must dazzle the world!” Kaizen scrolled through design sketches on his tablet. “This diamond-embroidered one looks promising. Pair it with that blue diamond necklace we won at the auction the other day…” Sloane sat surrounded by stylists and assistants, dizzy from all the attention. During a short break between fittings, she snuck a quick message to Lucas: "Help! Grandpa and Uncle have made me try on fifty-eight dresses already!" Lucas replied instantly: "Hang in there! I just passed Uncle’s physical endurance test. Now I’m heading to Grandpa’s tea-tasting exam…" Sloane bit back a laugh, but Jeffrey caught her mid-smile. “What’s got my precious granddaughter giggling?” “N-nothing,” she stammered, quickly hiding her phone. “Just thinking… Grandpa treats me too well.” Jeffrey beamed, his heart melting. “Well, we’re only getting started! Butler, bring the jewelry from yesterday’s auction—I want her to try those too!” By the day of the banquet, Oliver Manor gleamed like a fortress of gold. Security was airtight—three layers of screening, identification checks, and even guests’ phones were confiscated at the gate. Inside, chandeliers sparkled, orchestras tuned their strings, and the elite of every major family gathered—waiting eagerly to meet the woman the Olivers now called their little princess.