Chapter 35

Enlyan felt a sudden chill. Why is he looking at me like that? Before she could process the shift in his demeanor, Daimon tightened his grip on her arm, pulling her even closer. His arm slid around her waist in a practiced motion, his posture effortless, as if this was all part of the act. To the world, it was a romantic gesture—a man naturally drawing his woman into his embrace. To Enlyan, it was a clear message. You’re not going anywhere. "Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce the brilliant designer, Iris. Today marks her official debut. I’m sure you all have plenty of questions, so let’s get them out of the way before she vanishes. Otherwise, we’ll move straight to the next chapter." Daimon's voice was smooth, his introduction poised, but beneath the polished words was an undeniable sense of control. His hand remained firmly on Enlyan’s arm, a silent assertion of dominance that did not go unnoticed by her. The press wasted no time. "Ms. Iris, how would you describe your relati