Wife chasing Billionaire's Adoration.

The next day...

At 3:30 in the afternoon, guests began to arrive at the lobby of the Dusit Thani Hotel in the city, gathering to celebrate the birthday of Chelly Jean, daughter of the country's BPO magnate, Ernesto Jean. Only the rich and powerful had received invitations, but Sandra, not part of that elite circle, had managed to secure one through a dear friend.

Dressed in a simple, yet elegant, silver minimalist gown that accentuated her curves, paired with sparkling silver stilettos, Sandra made her entrance into the venue. The vast ballroom greeted her, adorned with exquisite ornaments and fresh flowers artfully arranged at the center of each table. Clusters of people in glamorous gowns and tailored suits mingled, their wine glasses in hand, weaving through conversations with practiced ease.

In one corner, a band played smooth, melodious classical music on violins, pianos, and various other instruments, setting the tone for this high-class affair. Sandra presented her invitation to the floor attendant, then gracefully took a glass of wine from a passing waiter. With a quick scan of the room, she sought out her place among the sea of opulence.

In one of the hotel rooms, the birthday girl, Chelly Jean, sat patiently as makeup artists worked their magic on her face. Her mother, Erin Jean, glided over, her heels clicking softly on the floor.

"Chelly, dear, Roland Fleming is attending tonight. You must make a good impression," Erin advised, her tone both urgent and expectant.

"Mom, I know," Chelly replied, her eyes closed and her head still, exuding confidence in her beauty. In her mind, only Roland Fleming was worthy to stand by her side. Tonight, she was determined to win over this billionaire.

She had already concocted a plan. Rumors whispered through the elite circles that the Fleming family were staunch traditionalists, valuing decency and reputation above all. Chelly's curiosity piqued at the thought of what might transpire if she were to share Roland's bed that night. Would they demand an immediate marriage? The mere idea sent a thrilling flutter through her heart.

One of the waiters tonight was tasked with ensuring that Roland Fleming received a glass of drugged wine. Chelly would then seize the opportunity to assist him when he felt unwell, guiding him discreetly to one of the hotel rooms.

"Miss Jean, your makeup is done," her personal makeup artist announced, snapping Chelly out of her scheming reverie. She opened her eyes to meet her reflection in the mirror, deeply satisfied with her appearance. There was no doubt in her mind; she would be the most beautiful woman tonight.

Rising from her seat, she glided out of the room and onto the stage in the venue, ready to greet her guests.

"Good evening, everyone. Thank you so much for taking time from your busy schedules to attend this simple birthday celebration of mine. I hope everyone enjoys their night! Cheers!" Chelly's voice rang out with practiced charm. After her speech, she descended from the stage and began mingling with the crowd, her eyes occasionally darting toward the doorway, checking for the arrival of her target.

"Who is that?" Chelly's best friend, Aliza, suddenly inquired, nudging her. Chelly turned her gaze in the direction Aliza was looking and spotted a woman in a simple silver gown and matching silver shoes. Neither of them recognized her; she was evidently not from their usual high society circle.

Chelly's frown deepened, but then one of her friends chimed in, "I think I've seen her before. She's the owner of OS Allure, a local mid-range brand. It's been gaining popularity with influencers and young rich daughters recently."

Aliza scoffed, "She looks so plain and dull, her face is just average. I'm pretty sure Chelly didn't invite her, right, Chelly?" she asked disdainfully, seeking confirmation from Chelly.

Chelly, however, was not in the mood for Aliza's antics tonight; she had bigger fish to fry. "She must have been invited by the organizer; she's a businesswoman after all. We should leave—" Chelly didn't get to finish her sentence before Aliza brushed past her, heading straight for Sandra.