Spoiled By My Brothers: Return of The Lost Heiress-Chapter 171

Author’s POV

The room changed as soon as the voice came. Everyone turned to the entrance, and just like that, no one was looking at Seraphina anymore.

Everyone’s eyes shifted to the man at the entrance. Lucien stood at the entrance. His tall and sharp stature took over the room with a bouquet in his hand. The crowd was stunned by his sudden appearance, but Seraphina saw something they didn’t that... His eyes were only on her.

No one noticed it except Asher, Alistair, and Seraphina. His steady gaze pinned her in place, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Mr. De’ Rossi!" Old Madam Lan shot up from her seat, her voice trembled with a little excitement and shock as she hurried toward him. Her eyes were wide with shock. "I didn’t expect you to appear here!"

De’ Rossi?

The name caused a wave not in the room, but at the banquet where the party is going on.

"De’ Rossi?" someone whispered, clutching the armrest of their chair.

"Impossible... he never shows up in public!" another voice hissed.

"Why is he here?"

Gasps and whispers spread quickly. People leaned forward, trying to take a single glimpse of the mysterious man. Even outside the hall, voices rose and feet shuffled as the crowd pushed closer to the doors for a glimpse.

The tense room was now alive with shock.

"Grandma!" Lucien said, his tone cold as ever, though the word itself didn’t appear that cold. "Please, don’t treat me so formal. After all... I’m no different from your grandson." His lips curved into an icy smile as he glanced toward Alistair.

Whispers once again broke through out the hall. Some people blinked in disbelief, others whispered harshly to the ones beside them. Did he just call her Grandma? What’s going on here?

Old Madam Lan’s stiff expression softened, and a smile lit her face as she quickly moved closer, almost feeling proud at his presence on her birthday. "Yes!" she said warmly, slipping her hand into his as if it was the most natural thing. "Someone, take the flowers for me."

A servant rushed forward, almost tripping in his hurry, and carefully took the bouquet from Lucien’s hand.

"Thank you for coming all this way," Old Madam Lan said sincerely, her voice full of respect. "Come in, we’re just about to begin the party."

"Really?" Lucien raised a brow, the half smirk, half smug not didn’t leaving his face. "Good. Seems like I made it just in time."

The crowd buzzed even louder now. Some of them exchanged stunned looks, some covered their mouths in shock, and a few even leaned forward, trying to hear what was going on as they started to talk once again.

The De’ Rossi family... is here? Why is he treating her like family? The Lancasters... how powerful have they become?

All eyes followed Lucien as he stepped in, his presence filling the hall like a storm that had just entered through the door.

The Lancasters were already powerful, and now... another mysterious figure had stepped in on their side.

Just how far were they planning to go?

"Let’s go!" Old Madam Lan’s voice sounded cold to the people present in the room. She swept her gaze over the so-called family, her eyes cold, almost as if she was daring them to object. Then she turned to Seraphina, her face warming like the sun, the moment her eyes fell on her.

"Sera, darling," she called out, "come with me for the cake cutting. I’ll introduce you to everyone."

For a second, the air went still.

"She said Sera?"

"Wait—she’s cutting the cake with her?"

"No way... that means..."

Mrs. Lancaster’s face went rigid, her chest tightened as she realized what she had just said. No... no, it can’t be. Old Madam Lan hadn’t shared the cake since the Old Master died. That tradition meant only one thing— whoever stood beside her was marked as the heir.

And that person was Seraphina... Not Melissa.

Melissa’s hand almost slipped from her glass. Her smile quivered, her throat working hard as she tried to hold it together, but the whispers around her were merciless, making her lose her mind.

And as for Seraphina... Her breath caught in her throat as her pulse started pounding in her ears. She hadn’t expected for her Grandma to say this in front of everyone. For a moment she stood frozen, her fingers curling at her sides as dozen of eyes burned into her. Some were wide with shock, some were sharp with jealousy and others were curious about who the hell was she to have this honor.

Her heart raced. She wanted to move, but her legs felt heavy. Still, under the weight of the stares, she forced herself to take a small step forward, the floor echoing louder under her steps.

"Are you sure?" Seraphina asked softly, her eyes darting around the room, feeling the weight of every stare pressing down on her.

Before Old Madam Lan could answer, Lucien interjected smoothly and teasingly.

"And who might you be?" he asked with a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

The crowd stirred at his tone.

But instead of getting surprised, Seraphina’s eyes flicked to him. The way he looked at her, with those careless as if none of the noise around them mattered, giving her his undivided attention. The nervousness that had been clawing at her moments ago puffed away.

She rolled her eyes at him, as if telling him not to joke around with her at this occasion.

The shift was so subtle that no one noticed what was going on.

"Why would you want to know, who she is?" Alistair replied. "Anyway, stay away from her, she is my plus one tonight!" He said, almost trying to shoo Lucien away from his sister.

"Grandma, let’s go!" Alistair glanced at the Old madam and took Seraphina’s hand in his. "It’s time to greet the guests and introduce them who is real and who is fake!"