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When the Old Money Princess Meets the Tech Tycoon
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The sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, filling the auditorium of Norton Business School. I stood at the podium, gazing at the flashing lights from the audience, feeling as if I were in a dream.
The applause surged like a tidal wave, yet it left me breathless, as if I were bound by invisible shackles.
"Miss Smith truly embodies the pride of Norton Business School; her paper 'New Energy Industry Innovation' has won the Best Business Innovation Award." The dean's praise echoed in the hall, his words dripping with pride.
My gaze unconsciously drifted to the rigid face in the front row—my father, Ivan Smith, the man who controlled the Smith Family business empire.
He was impeccably dressed in a suit, a standard smile on his lips, but his eyes were as cold as a stagnant pool, as if he were appraising an item about to be acquired.
Memories from when I was seven suddenly surged back—my mother's trembling fingers adjusting my sleeves while tears still lingered in her eyes. "Lucy, never let anyone decide your life for you, not even your mother."
That was her last piece of advice to me; the next day, she left this cold family forever, leaving behind a letter filled with apologies and the lingering scent of jasmine.
Champagne sparkled under the crystal chandelier, and the celebration was in full swing, filled with the chatter of business elites exchanging pleasantries.
"Lucy, that kid from the Warren Family is quite interested in you. He just graduated from Harvard, and his family's business is steadily expanding." My father swirled his wine glass, his tone casual yet authoritative, a glint of shrewd calculation flashing in his eyes.
My fingers instinctively tightened around the stem of my glass, knuckles turning pale. "I've already accepted an offer from Drake Technology; I'll be starting next week."
"Drake? That upstart who flaunts his wealth based on a single patent?" My father's voice suddenly rose, disdain and anger flickering in his eyes.
I closed my eyes and recalled that technology fair during my junior year; it was when I first met the real Drake—not just the label of "upstart" plastered across newspapers.
Drake stood confidently at the podium, his silver hair shimmering in the sunlight, his eyes sparkling with visions of the future. When he spoke about renewable energy technology, he seemed to radiate light.
In that moment, I glimpsed a completely different world, one filled with infinite possibilities—a future unbound by family constraints, where only pure dreams and innovation existed.
"I want to forge my own path, just as my mother taught me," I said, locking eyes with my father. My voice was soft but unwavering.
"How dare you!" my father slammed his hand on the table, champagne splashing over the rim and staining the pristine white tablecloth, much like the irreconcilable rift between us.
Guests around us turned their heads, the air thickening with tension, while the distant sound of a piano continued to play an elegant waltz.
I turned and left the banquet hall, the click of my high heels echoing on the marble floor, marking an end to this farce.
"If you walk out that door now, never think about coming back! The Smith Family does not support useless daughters!" My father's furious shout echoed behind me, each word piercing my heart.
I hesitated for a moment but didn’t look back; my mother’s departing figure overlapped with mine at that moment—both of us searching for our own light.
Pushing open the heavy, intricately carved door, the night breeze brushed against my face, carrying the warmth of early summer and a hint of jasmine, as if my mother were encouraging me from afar.
Just then, my phone lit up with a message from Drake: "Tomorrow at nine, I’ll be waiting for you at the office. Let’s change the world together."
A smile crept onto my lips. "Lucy Smith, welcome to your new life," I whispered to myself as I stepped forward into the night breeze. The moonlight draped over me like a silver veil, signaling a rebirth.
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