The grand and lively banquet concluded amidst a shower of dazzling fireworks.
After the guests departed, the entire Camille estate fell into quiet solitude.
"Jean Lingol!" a female voice called out, making Jean Lingol, who had been chatting with Xia Qingtian and Mobius, jump.
"M-Mother dearest." Jean Lingol's voice trembled slightly as he looked at the beautiful woman approaching. His calves felt like they were about to give out.
"Still trying to run away, are we? Camille mentioned you destroyed her Bösendorfer grand piano last night trying to escape, and then performed a midnight rooftop escape, scaring her esteemed guests? Hmm?" Meryl, dressed in a black deep-V gown and heels nearly ten centimeters high, held a black leather whip coiled twice in her hand. "Jean Lingol, you're quite something!"
"I-I won't run anymore! Mother dearest, please let me explain, I..." Before Jean Lingol could defend himself, Madame Meryl's whip struck him.
Watching Jean Lingol hop around like a monkey under the lash, Xia Qingtian looked on in shock. Amiya dared not speak, Mobius seemed unfazed, and Camille watched the spectacle with amusement.
It was quite a scene.
After this, Jean Lingol was bound and carried by Madame Meryl's men into a black stretched limousine.
"Camille, thank you for helping me catch this brat." Meryl cheek-kissed Camille. "This time was a bit sudden, and I didn't have a gift ready for your adopted daughter. I'll make it up to you next time."
"It's alright." Camille smiled faintly at Meryl. "Jean is just a bit mischievous. With proper guidance, he can still be saved."
"Hoo..." Hearing Camille mention her wayward son, Meryl's expression turned weary, a hint of helplessness on her stunning face. "I'll have to leave now. We'll talk again later."
"Of course, my dear Meryl." Camille then watched Meryl board the stretched limousine.
"Qingtian! Mobius! We'll meet again!" Jean Lingol shouted desperately, his head stuck out of the car window. "Qingtian! My destiny!"
"Shut up, you're being too loud!" Meryl punched Jean Lingol the moment she got into the car.
Watching the car recede into the distance, Xia Qingtian could only offer a wry chuckle. "Well, he still sounds quite spirited."
"Mm, he probably wasn't hit hard enough," Mobius remarked with a slight raise of her eyebrows.
What was Jean Lingol shouting about? Who was his destiny!
"Alright~ Now it's time for our own family dinner~" Madame Camille clapped her hands and broke into a gentle smile. "Come, come, Werner, is the kitchen ready?"
"It is prepared," the butler replied from the side.
"Excellent." Madame Camille nodded with satisfaction. She personally cooked several Spanish-style dishes, with Amiya helping in the kitchen. Mother and daughter chatted and laughed.
It felt as though they had returned to those most cherished five years.
Xia Qingtian and Mobius were honored guests at this intimate family dinner.
Laughter filled the dining table, creating an atmosphere even more joyful and relaxed than at the banquet.
"Qingtian, I officially invite you to be the spokesperson for K&K." Madame Camille raised her wine glass, looking at Xia Qingtian with a beaming smile.
Mobius found Madame Camille's decision unsurprising, and Amiya nodded in agreement.
Xia Qingtian, however, looked at Madame Camille in disbelief.
She remembered that in her past life, this banquet had become a mystery. Afterward, Madame Camille retired from the spotlight, resigned from her position at K&K, and the matter of selecting a spokesperson was dropped.
Therefore, her trip to Paris for this banquet was simply for an all-expenses-paid vacation, a chance to have some fun.
She had never imagined she would get involved in this matter, let alone become a spokesperson.
"Thank you for your recognition, Madame Camille." Despite her surprise, this was a job opportunity worth cherishing.
Xia Qingtian immediately raised her wine glass and clinked it with Madame Camille's, feeling a sense of being overwhelmed by favor.
"Don't be nervous, you deserve it," Madame Camille said with a smile, sensing Xia Qingtian's astonishment.
When she had gone to visit Amiya, she had seen Xia Qingtian at the entrance.
In that instant, she had glimpsed a wild, sinister side beneath Xia Qingtian's usual perfect socialite facade.
Although Xia Qingtian had quickly resumed her normal demeanor, Madame Camille was certain she hadn't misjudged.
That was the beauty she had been searching for.
A complex, ultimate, and fiercely flamboyant beauty.
The next morning, Xia Qingtian, Mobius, and Li Mengxiao boarded a plane back to their home country.
Madame Camille and Amiya personally saw them off at the airport.
"Qingtian, we'll meet again." Amiya embraced Xia Qingtian warmly. "I'm very interested in your mysterious Eastern country."
Hearing Amiya say this, Xia Qingtian could only offer a polite, dry laugh. "You are always welcome to visit."
"Mobius, keep an eye on her, don't lose her." Madame Camille held a vintage lace fan in front of half her face and smiled at Mobius. "She is an absolute treasure of a girl."
"Thank you for your advice, Madame Camille. I will remember it." Mobius replied with a slight smile. "I'll need your continued assistance with that matter."
"Rest assured." Madame Camille closed the vintage lace fan, and a hint of coldness appeared in her smile.
The fact that someone had already targeted Amiya meant that even if Mobius hadn't brought it up, she would have prioritized it.
Previously, she had only found these people annoying. Now, Madame Camille wanted them to disappear from this world completely!
Hearing the airport announcement, Mobius and her group began the boarding procedures.
The plane sped down the runway, lifted into the air, and pierced through the clouds, flying towards another country.
Meanwhile, in a purely French villa on the outskirts of Paris, a man was in a rage.
If Xia Qingtian were present, she would have recognized him immediately as the man who had threatened Madame Camille with Amiya's safety, altered Gerona's will, and orchestrated all the accidents.
"Damn it! If it weren't for that Chinese woman who suddenly appeared, and that damn video recording, and that damned Gerona, who left a will and then made a video? Such uselessly redundant effort!"
Because of these two unexpected occurrences, his entire plan had been ruined!
Now, not only had Madame Camille not died, but Amiya had also become Madame Camille's adopted daughter, possessing the sole inheritance rights.
Even Carla, whom they had meticulously groomed, had to be silenced by his direct order after being exposed.
Their losses this time were immense.
It would be difficult to eliminate Madame Camille now, and the Lingol family would likely be on guard.
Once these old families joined forces, even they might…
At this moment, a voice call invitation pinged on the computer.