And now, it had finally found its way to where it was always supposed to be.
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The music faded, and Margaux led Archie up to the ceremonial stage. They moved in sync, effortless, like they’d been rehearsing their whole lives.
She took the mic with a practiced smile.
“Today marks Mr. Archie Branson’s return after completing his studies abroad. I’m pleased to officially announce that he will be stepping into the role of Vice President at Novastar Group, with a twenty percent equity stake.”
She paused, letting the crowd soak that in before she continued, “And as a gesture of appreciation for his decision to join the company, I’ll also be transferring ownership of Starlight Heights to him.”
Exactly as expected, a hostess approached with a silver tray. Margaux extended her hand, removed the black silk cover, and unveiled a property deed—a rich crimson folder shining under the stage lights.
The room buzzed like a kicked beehive:
“Miss Haywood is insane. A company stake and a luxury villa? That’s real power.”
“Starlight Heights alone is worth billions. She’s not just generous—she’s making a statement.”
“Come on, everyone knows Miss Haywood’s heart was always with Archie. This just seals it.”