My Coldhearted Husband'S Regret novel Chapter 55

55 Strategic Seats and an Unspoken Challenge

In the far corner of the exhibition hall, two men observed the crowd with calculated interest. Alistair Dubois, impeccably dressed in a tailored navy suit, leaned slightly toward Lennox.

“Notice how Thorne hasn’t even glanced at his wife since arriving. Alistair remarked quietly. “Those rumors about their forced marriage must be true.”

Lennox nodded. “Seven years of complete indifference. Impressive commitment to ignoring someone.”

The exhibition hall had transformed into the conference area for the main event. Rows of chairs faced the stage, with the coveted front row reserved for VIPs and key industry leaders.

“The keynote’s starting soon,” Lennox said, checking his watch. “We should find seats.”

As they moved toward the seating area, Julian Croft entered with Elara at his side. Unlike her usual position at Thorne Industries events–lingering quietly in the background–Elara walked confidently beside Julian, matching his stride.

“I didn’t expect to see her here as a presenter, Lennox murmured, eyebrows raised. “Isn’t she just Thorne’s trophy wife?”

Alistair frowned. “Apparently not anymore. Croft treats her like she’s valuable to his

company.”

Julian guided Elara toward the middle section, his hand respectfully at her elbow. “Mr. Newman specifically asked if you’d be attending,” he told her. “He remembers your work from graduate school.”

Elara smiled, a genuine expression that reached her eyes. “It’s been years since I’ve spoken with him. I’m surprised he remembers me at all.”

“Hard to forget the only person who challenged his quantum intelligence theorem and won,” Julian replied with a grin.

Vivienne and Lennox took seats several rows back, the only positions still available. Vivienne’s displeasure was evident in her tightened jaw and narrowed eyes.

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“These scats an

from here.

unacceptable,” she hissed. “We won’t be able to speak with Newman

Lennox shrugged. “We were late. What did you expect?”

Vivienne’s attention shifted as Damien entered the conference area. She straightened, her expression transforming into a calculated smile.

Damien scanned the room, his gaze passing over Elara without pausing before landing on Vivienne. He made his way toward the front row where two seats remained

reserved.

He beckoned to Vivienne, ignoring the whispers his gesture provoked.

“Excuse me,” Vivienne said to Lennox, rising gracefully. “It seems better accommodations await.”

She navigated the rows with practiced elegance, pointedly passing by Elara without acknowledgment. Elara kept her eyes forward, her posture relaxed despite the obvious.

slight.

“Mr. Newman always sits with keynote speakers in the front,” Julian told Elara quietly. “Vivienne can bat her eyelashes all she wants, but it won’t impress him. He judges on intellect, not proximity.”

Elara tilted her head thoughtfully. “I wonder if we underestimate her. Vivienne rarely shows her full capabilities unless necessary.”

Whispers rippled through the audience as Vivienne took the seat beside Damien in the front row. Several industry leaders glanced their way with barely concealed envy.

“Front row access to Newman is worth its weight in gold,” a woman nearby muttered. “How did she manage that?”

“She’s with Damien Thorne,” her companion replied. “That’s all the qualification

needed.

Julian leaned closer to Elara. “You deserve that seat more than she does.”

“I don’t need a front–row seat to make an impression, Elara replied calmly. “Besides, I’d rather earn recognition for my work than my connections.”

On stage

the event coordinator approached the podium. The lights dimmed slightly,

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focusing attention forward.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the keynote address of this year’s International Technology Expo,” she announced. “We are honored to have with us today a true visionary in artificial intelligence.”

Damien leaned toward Vivienne, whispering something that made her smile

confidently. She crossed her legs, angling herself to maximize visibility from the stage.

“When he comes down after the speech, introduce yourself immediately, Damien instructed. “Mention your doctoral research on neural pathways. It aligns with his

current interests.”

Vivienne nodded, her eyes fixed on the stage. “I’ve prepared thoroughly. He won’t forget meeting me.”

In their row, Elara reviewed her notes, periodically exchanging observations with Julian. Her focus remained on the content rather than the politics playing out around

her.

“Your adaptive learning algorithms would interest him,” Julian remarked. “You should show him the preliminary results after his speech.”

Elara nodded. “If there’s an opportunity, I will.”

The host’s voice rose with enthusiasm. “Our speaker has revolutionized how we understand machine learning. His breakthroughs in quantum Al have transformed industries from healthcare to space exploration.”

The audience straightened in anticipation. Vivienne smoothed her dress, ensuring she presented the perfect image. Damien’s expression remained impassive, though his eyes briefly flickered toward where Elara sat.

“He noticed you,” Julian whispered, catching the momentary glance.

Elara shook her head slightly. “He was probably looking for someone else.”

The host continued, building momentum. “His current work at the Institute for Advanced Intelligence promises to redefine what we believe possible in human–machine interaction.”

Vivienne leaned forward, her posture radiating eager attention. In the middle section, Elara remained composed, her notepad open and ready.

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The room hummed with anticipation as the host extended her arm toward the side of the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming the brilliant mind behind Quantum Neural Networks, a true pioneer in our field.”

Vivienne’s smile widened, her hand already positioned to applaud enthusiastically. Damien sat straighter, his expression shifting to one of professional interest.

“Now, let’s welcome Mr. Zachary Newman to the stage for his keynote address!”

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