Reborn: I Chose Grandfather's Enemy

I called out, "Security."

At my command, the bodyguards who was standing by immediately appeared and professionally restrained all seven men who were still making a scene.

Kyle's arms were twisted behind his back."Nadia, if you dare throw me out today, then even if you get on your knees and beg me later, I will never marry you!"

"Marry me?" I let out a laugh as if I just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. "You think you're worthy?"

Without hesitation, I pointed toward the front door. "Throw them all out!"

The next day, the matchmaking event was held again. The party was packed with influential people, and all eyes were now focused on those seven brothers and me.

They sat on the couch across from me, their eyes full of resentment and disgust toward me.

I sat opposite them, my gaze fixed on the entrance of the banquet hall, because the person I was waiting for did not arrive yet.

Someone asked, "Ms. Sterling, why haven't you chosen your husband yet?"

I glanced at the speaker: it was one of those social climbers who always sucked up to the powerful and stepped on the weak.

I did not answer, but the seven brothers did.

"Ms. Sterling has such high standards. Someone as ordinary as me isn't worthy of marrying her," the sharpest-tongued among them said, his malice clear for everyone to hear.

"Exactly. People like us from humble backgrounds aren't even worth her attention. She's basically a princess sitting on a pedestal," another added.

"Marrying someone like Ms. Sterling? I'd rather become a monk," one of them said, and the room burst into laughter.

"If she's so capable, she should go find herself some billionaire bachelor instead of ruining ordinary guys like us."

One mocking remark after another piled on, and the atmosphere in the hall turned icy. All kinds of gossip and ridicule reached my ears.

"Just how terrible is Ms. Sterling? Not a single one of those seven guys is willing to marry her?"

"Looks like power and money don't mean everything. I wonder how someone ends up being so disliked."

I looked coldly at the crowd gossiping about me, all of them nothing more than opportunists chasing status.

Kyle stared at me from across the room, as if he already decided I would choose him, a smug smile on his face as he waited for me to lower my head first.

"Welcome, everyone." Grandpa walked in, leaning on his cane, and I stepped forward to help support him.

He walked up to the crowd and spoke slowly. "Friends, today my only granddaughter, Nadia, will be choosing her husband. Thank you all for coming."

The crowd murmured their acknowledgments.

Grandpa turned and patted my hand. "Nadia, announce your choice now."

Hearing this, Kyle crossed his legs confidently, looking completely sure of himself, as if he believed I would not choose anyone but him. When he caught me glancing his way, he snorted coldly, seemingly waiting for me to come over and apologize while begging for his forgiveness.

I looked away and solemnly announced, "My choice for husband is-"

Just then, the ballroom doors were pushed open. The man who entered sat in a wheelchair, his sharp features and deep-set eyes as striking as the night sky, and every movement he made carried quiet confidence and composure. His cool, distant aura matched his handsome appearance perfectly, and he radiated a unique presence.

Even though he was in a wheelchair, no one dared to look down on him.

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"Why is Mr. Irving here? Does he have ties to the Sterling family?"

"I heard he and the Sterling family are sworn enemies. Maybe he's here to sabotage the matchmaking event."

I ignored the gossip and, under everyone's watchful eyes, walked step by step to Sebastian's side and announced loudly, "My husband will be Sebastian Irving."