My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret

Malcolm continued his animated conversation with Mary, completely absorbed in their discussion about her latest research. He seemed to have forgotten everyone else existed in the room.

Veronica shifted slightly toward Dario, her voice soft with gratitude. "I really appreciate what you did, Dario."

The transformation in Mary's demeanor since Malcolm's arrival was remarkable. The elderly woman's eyes sparkled with an energy that had been absent all evening.

Dario waved off her thanks with characteristic nonchalance. "Don't mention it. Blair actually responded to that proposal you submitted last week. When I mentioned Mary's situation, he decided to come himself. You're the one who made this happen."

Just as Veronica opened her mouth to respond, a ripple of whispers swept through the room. Someone had spoken Cullen's name with unmistakable surprise.

Her stomach tightened. After a moment's hesitation, she turned toward the entrance.

Cullen stood framed in the doorway, his commanding presence immediately drawing every gaze. He moved through the crowd with calculated confidence, each step deliberate and measured. "Happy birthday, Mary."

He extended an elegant gift box toward her, his tone carefully neutral. "I wasn't certain the first present would suit your preferences, so I brought an alternative. I trust you'll find this more appealing."

Mary's face remained impassive. She hadn't expected Cullen to show his face tonight, and his presence brought no warmth to her expression.

The Mack family might be brazen opportunists, but their audacity in Porter stemmed directly from his backing. Without his protection, they would never dare to operate so brazenly in her territory.

The weight of dozens of watching eyes forced Mary to maintain social courtesy. She accepted the gift with practiced politeness. "How considerate of you," she replied, her voice carrying the chill of winter frost.

She gestured to a nearby server. "Please arrange an additional place setting."

Cullen seemed completely unaffected by her obvious coldness. His attention shifted to Malcolm, and he offered a respectful nod. "Good evening, Blair."

Malcolm's acknowledgment was brief but civil.

When Cullen's eyes found Veronica, something unreadable flickered across his features. He gestured to the waiter, indicating the space between Veronica and Malcolm. Without waiting for permission, he claimed the seat as his own.

The news of Malcolm's attendance at Mary's celebration spread through Porter's social circles like wildfire. Within minutes, phones buzzed with urgent messages and hurried calls.

At the Mack residence, the reaction was immediate and electric.

The assembled guests erupted in shocked murmurs and frantic speculation.

"The Murray family commands this level of influence? How did we miss this?"

"Look at this photograph. That's Dario Reid, isn't it? And the striking woman beside him is supposedly Murray's niece. Strange that Phillip never mentioned her before. But this explains everything perfectly."

"What exactly does it explain?"

"She attended the technology exposition with Dario just last week. They appeared quite intimate. Perhaps we're witnessing the beginning of something significant."

The Reid name carried substantial weight in business circles. DataPulse's meteoric success had captured Malcolm's personal attention, and rumors suggested he was grooming Dario for greater things.

If Phillip's mysterious niece and Dario were truly forming an alliance, it would elevate the Murray family's standing considerably.

The Murray family suddenly seemed far more formidable than anyone had calculated.

Neither the Crystal nor the Murray family had anticipated Malcolm's dramatic entrance at Mary's birthday gathering.

As the guests hastily recalibrated their assessment of the Murray family's connections, observing how Dario and Malcolm's presence shifted the entire evening's dynamic, the Mack family's frustration became increasingly apparent.

Bonnie had never paid attention to national affairs or technological developments. She vaguely remembered Niall mentioning some important figure he hoped to learn from, but the details had never interested her enough to retain them.

Her confusion was evident. "Who exactly is this Malcolm person? Why is everyone acting like royalty just walked in?"

Niall's response was flat and emotionless. "He's considered one of the most influential minds in artificial intelligence globally. He also serves as an unofficial spokesperson for national technology initiatives. He represents everything I aspire to become professionally."

Bonnie's eyes widened as the implications hit her. "That's extraordinary."

After processing this revelation, she added with dawning understanding, "So this explains why Uncle Isaac was so furious with Veronica. He believed she cost you the opportunity to connect with someone this powerful."

The weight of missed opportunities and shifting alliances hung heavy in the air, transforming what should have been a simple birthday celebration into a complex web of social and professional maneuvering.