Chapter 230

The banquet kicked off right at seven. The grand hall was already packed with elites and big shots when Damien Blackwood stepped in. Tonight, he looked sharp as ever—crisp white shirt layered under a deep brown pinstripe suit and matching vest. Tailored to perfection, the suit hugged his tall, lean frame, long legs making him stand out in the crowd. People in the business world were well aware of Damien’s little quirk—he wasn’t a fan of bow ties. So unsurprisingly, he was the only one rocking a sleek dark burgundy necktie, understated but classy, giving off those "silent authority" vibes. He looked every bit like a king walking into his court. Damien rarely showed up at events like this, so the second he stepped in, all eyes naturally locked onto him. Cassandra Taylor, who had arrived earlier, noticed the instant stir he caused. His face—like it had been sculpted by some divine hand—was too striking to ignore. That quiet confidence in his expression, paired with those deep sapphire eye