Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes-Chapter 261: Attempts to Seduce Lucian

If Sebastian knew what they were thinking, he would have laughed bitterly.

This opportunity had been delivered straight to his doorstep by the very daughter he had once neglected.

Because of Betty, Lana had come. And because of Lana, Lucian had appeared.

When he first learned that Lucian had accepted the invitation, he had been stunned beyond words.

He had even wondered why someone of Lucian’s standing would bother attending his banquet at all.

Now, the answer was painfully clear.

Sebastian’s gaze drifted toward Lana, and for the first time, he seriously reevaluated Betty’s position in his heart.

At the same time, another thought took shape... how he could please Lana, and by extension, secure Lucian’s goodwill.

Not far away, Sophia had witnessed everything. Her teeth clenched as jealousy surged through her chest. She turned to her mother, her voice tight.

"Betty is really lucky."

Her mother smiled faintly, eyes gleaming with calculation.

"She’s lucky because she has a big shot backing her. As long as we find someone just as powerful to support us, we won’t need to worry about Betty at all."

Those words struck Sophia like enlightenment. Her eyes lit up as if she had just learned an invaluable lesson.

"I understand," she said firmly, nodding.

A moment later, she adjusted her blue ball gown and lifted her chin, walking calmly toward the wine counter where Lucian stood.

He was already surrounded by several people, and Sophia could almost hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.

This was Lucian.

The rising king of the business world. The man handling nearly all the core affairs of his family. People were willing to spend millions just for a chance to meet him. And now, he was right here.

’As long as I seduce him...’ Sophia thought, cheeks warming slightly. ’I’ll become someone important too.’

Not to mention, his looks alone were enough to make hearts flutter.

Just as she was about to step closer, a group of socialites drifted toward Lucian, surrounding him with practiced smiles and soft laughter. The sight made Sophia’s blood boil.

’These little bitches,’ she cursed inwardly. ’Do they even understand the difference between heaven and earth? How dare they think of seducing him?’

Rage surged through her, and she was just about to storm forward when Lucian’s cold voice cut through the noise.

"I don’t like anyone invading my personal space," he said flatly. "Especially women."

The women froze. Faces flushed red with embarrassment. Some looked offended, others humiliated.

One girl suddenly pointed at him and snapped,

"You can’t talk like that! You should be mindful and respectful toward a young lady!"

Sophia immediately understood what the girl was doing.

She wasn’t truly offended. She was trying to attract attention by playing the victim.

In high society, Sophia had seen every kind of woman: black lotuses, white lotuses, green tea types, and then girls like this, who deliberately provoked powerful men just to become the center of attention.

Sophia grew even more anxious, afraid that Lucian might fall for such a cheap trick.

But his next words nearly made her laugh.

Lucian looked at the girl calmly.

"If that’s the case," he replied coolly, "then you should let all the old men stand in your personal space too. After all, they’re just being mindful and respectful, aren’t they?"

A stunned silence followed, then scattered laughter broke out. Many guests realized that Lucian wasn’t someone who tolerated nonsense. If anything, he was brutally honest.

Admiration flickered through the crowd.

The girl’s face turned scarlet. Just as she opened her mouth to argue, another woman in a purple dress stepped forward. Her voice was gentle and understanding.

"Rina, you shouldn’t speak to someone of such high status like that."

Everyone’s attention shifted to her.

From afar, Lana watched the scene unfold and rolled her eyes inwardly.

’Another one,’ she thought dryly. This woman was clearly a white lotus of a special variety, the kind who liked to appear kind, reasonable, and understanding even capable of justifying infidelity if it suited her image.

High society truly never lacked entertaining specimens.

Betty tugged lightly on Lana’s sleeve. "Aren’t you angry?"

Lana shrugged casually. "Being angry won’t help," she replied. "At most, I’ll enjoy the show."

Her lips curved faintly. "Besides, Lucian is much better at handling these things than I am."

Hearing Lana’s words, Betty looked at her with growing interest. In the very next moment, she understood exactly why Lucian had spoken the way he did earlier.

As expected, the woman in the purple dress turned toward Lucian with a gentle, understanding smile. Her posture was soft, her voice lowered deliberately, as if afraid of startling him.

"I understand what you must have been through," she said warmly. "It might be related to some trauma in your past. I respect that."

She placed a hand lightly over her chest, her tone turning even more sincere.

"I’ll make sure no one at this party troubles you again."

She acted as if she were close to Lucian and was even creating a relationship with him using such a method.

The surrounding guests held their breath. A few even exchanged knowing looks, convinced that she had successfully captured Lucian’s attention.

Lucian laughed softly.

The sound was low and smooth, carrying an inexplicable pressure that made several people’s hearts skip. For a brief second, even the woman in purple felt a flicker of triumph, as though her efforts had finally paid off.

Then Lucian spoke. "Do I know you?"

Just four words.

Simple. Calm. Polite.

Yet the moment they left his lips, the woman’s smile froze. A chill crawled up her spine as cold sweat broke out along her back.

Those words weren’t a question seeking an answer. They were a dismissal, sharp and unmistakable.

The unspoken meaning was clear.

’Who are you to speak for me?’

’Why are you inserting yourself into my affairs when I don’t even know your name?’

The air around them turned awkward and heavy, and the woman in purple suddenly wished she could disappear into the crowd.