Chapter 412

Adrian Valdemar shook his head frantically at Sophia Laurent's question.

"That's...not true at all."

He wouldn't dare admit to drugging his elder brother—such an unthinkable act.

He immediately tried to make his escape.

Sophia arched a brow, watching his flustered retreat.

"Oh, and the Patriarch's birthday banquet is next Sunday. Don't forget to return to the manor on time."

Adrian waved without turning back.

"Got it!"

Meanwhile, Richard Lowell was clinking glasses with investors for "Imperial Feast."

Despite two casting controversies, the film's popularity had only soared.

"Director Lowell, your talent never fades!"

"Come, let's toast to Director Lowell!"

The investors, faces flushed, raised their glasses.

By riding on Sophia's fame, Richard had saved a fortune on promotions.

"You flatter me."

Though his words were modest, his eyes gleamed with calculation.

Did Sophia really think bringing in Lucas Sheridan could turn the tables?

In his eyes, she was nothing but a ridiculous clown.

"Richard, about your daughter..."

One investor couldn't resist sighing.

"To throw away such a good match with the Valdemars..."

At the mention of the Valdemars, the room buzzed with interest.

"If Emily had married into that family..."

Richard swirled his wine glass.

"Every cloud has a silver lining."

He cast a meaningful glance at Emily Lowell beside him.

Ryan Cunningham had been making frequent overtures lately—a union between their families was imminent.

Though the Cunninghams couldn't compare to the Valdemars, their reputation was impeccable.

"Miss Lowell, could it be...?"

The investors instantly caught the hint.

Emily blushed furiously.

"Dad!"

Richard laughed heartily.

"Soon, very soon."

The group exchanged knowing looks.

"Could it be the young master of the Cunningham family?"