The interior was light brown, lending the hall a rather mysterious grandeur.


    When Hannah arrived, the party had already begun.


    People stood around in small groups, talking andughing and clinking wine sses.


    The round tables and furniture that adorned the hall were luxurious, glinting in the golden hues of the giant chandeliers that hung from the high ceilings.


    An air of grandeur hung over the hall as the elegantly dressed men and women showed off their wealth and power.


    The hall fell silent as soon as Hannah strode in, all necks craning to nce at her.


    She looked like the proprietor of the castle in her elegant red dress and her curled hair.


    Hushed gasps soon reced the silence that had hugged the hall earlier.


    “Our Hannah is truly beautiful.


    ”


    “You better stop fantasizing, Keith; she isn’t a member of our family yet.


    ”


    “She will be soon,” Keith said, his eyebrows slightly puckered.


    He was holding a ss of wine as he and Trent stood in the dark recesses of the second floor.


    “Dad said he would be returning next month.


    ”


    His gaze still on Hannah, who was downstairs in the banquet hall, Trent mumbled almost to himself, “Dad really cares about her.


    He got the news, and now he can’t wait to return.


    Don’t you think we’re just his adopted sons?”


    “Let’s go downstairs,” Keith said, chuckling.Content is ? by N?velDrama.Org.


    “Look,” Brayden said, nudging Bryson.


    “There are just so many people staring at Miss Moore.


    You indeed have really good taste in dresses!”


    He swung the wine ss in his hands slowly, a mischievous smile on his Lips.


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    Bryson gazed at Hannah in the distance, his eyes darkening.


    He looked intimidating in his expensive ck suit, which was so well-cut that it made him look taller and his long legs straighter.


    He had seen manydies from wealthy families ncing flirtatiously at him in the banquet hall, but he had brushed them all aside with a cold stare.


    “Wait, don’t tell me you’re angry!” Brayden threw him an amused look and burst outughing.


    “Shouldn’t you feel happy you chose that dress for her yourself? So you don’t want anyone to admire her now, huh?”


    “Brayden!” Bryson warned, ring at him.


    “I guess you want me to cut off your tongue.


    ”


    “Well- I-” Braydenughed again and ced his palm over his mouth.