Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations

A special cushion had been placed on King Bertie’s seat. His health was poor, but he not only insisted on attending, he was determined to stay with Justin Kingston until the banquet ended.

Justin clasped both his hands, and together with Princess Catherine, the two of them supported the King as he sat down.

Ian Shelby was very attentive; he replaced the butter in front of his father with olive oil. ”This isn’t as greasy,” he explained softly.

The King nodded. ”You sit down too, don’t worry about me tonight.”

On the several-metre-long sandalwood table, the seats were arranged according to rank and status, with place cards set in front of each seat.

When Catherine helped the King into his seat, she deliberately glanced at Ian. What was he doing? Why was he changing the oil? And the King was even smiling at him so happily.

Then she glanced at her own son Taylor, only to see that he had long since sat down in his seat, grinning at his phone, fingers jabbing at the screen—he was most likely playing games again!

Catherine kept a smile on her face and took a deep breath, but inside she was furious.

Never doing anything proper, and not even knowing how to pick the right occasion!

Justin took the seat on the King’s right, while Catherine sat on the King’s left—one could imagine how much Lorelei valued Justin.

This seating arrangement shocked Catherine as well.

The officials were also thinking that the King was quite obviously favouring Princess Catherine—she wanted to build a castle, and he hosted the builders with the standards of a state banquet.

Wasn’t this too indulgent?

Everyone also quietly speculated that even if Prince Louis returned, this throne would probably still belong to Prince Taylor.

After all, laws could be changed, the matter of succession could also be changed; it all depended on the King’s mood.

The King, Princess Catherine, and Prince Taylor looked more like a family of three, and this was also what everyone had long accepted in their minds.

No one in the royal family really understood Prince Louis’s abilities. He always gave off a gentle and refined impression, rarely spoke, and those deep eyes of his always carried a trace of melancholy, making people feel he would never amount to much.

Ian Shelby sat next to Justin; after greeting each other earlier, the two hadn’t spoken since, as if they didn’t know each other.

On the other side of Ian’s seat, the place card bore the name ”Jocelyn Morgan.”

The seat remained empty; she had not yet arrived.

Dinner was about to begin. Everyone had more or less taken their seats, though there were still a few people who hadn’t come.

Sitting upright, Ian’s thoughts couldn’t help but drift. Where had she gone? This palace was completely unfamiliar to her.

But he wasn’t too worried. After all, everyone thought she belonged to Justin Kingston; no one would dare lay a hand on her.

It wasn’t until Jocelyn Morgan came out through a door not far away that Ian lifted his eyes and saw her at a glance.

She was wearing a soft, gentle-style evening gown in a pale blue. On her, it was like capturing the very instant a flower bloomed; that kind of beauty was, for a moment, almost impossible to put into words.

Prince Taylor, sitting beside Princess Catherine, happened to look up and also caught sight of this girl.

In the middle of his game, he couldn’t help but freeze for a second; for that brief instant, he was genuinely struck by how stunning she was.

The beauty that Jocelyn emanated tonight was unlike any princess in the royal family. This gown seemed tailored just for her; only on her could it have this effect.

The enormous crystal chandelier in the dining hall cast a brilliant light. That light fell upon her—the hem of her dress, the lines of her face, her skin... all seemed haloed with a soft glow.

Jocelyn walked from the far end, circling past the table toward the seat that belonged to her. Her expression was calm, her smile shy, drawing many eyes her way.

”She’s so beautiful. Is she Mrs. Kingston?”

”No, I heard she’s CEO Kingston’s younger sister, his aunt’s daughter.”

People whispered quietly among themselves.

The cinched waist, the sequined floral embellishments, all made Jocelyn’s graceful figure linger in people’s minds. The interlacing, lingering sense of beauty, the writerly air radiating from within, all gave her extra points tonight—her beauty was so very different from the rest.