Chapter 798

A daring bunny girl twirled through the air with effortless grace, completing two perfect spins before landing directly in front of Julian. Without hesitation, she perched herself on his lap, her fingers tracing the edge of his suit jacket.

Julian’s arm slid around her waist, his lips curving into a roguish smirk. "Tired already, sweetheart? My lap’s all yours."

Wild, untamed, and utterly magnetic—Julian had a way of making women forget their own names.

The bunny girl’s cheeks flushed pink. "You’re impossible."

The group of wealthy socialites around them erupted into laughter. "Oh, Julian, you never change! Always the charmer!"

Her gaze remained locked onto Julian’s striking features, as if hypnotized.

Arabella’s blood simmered. That was her man.

She raised her voice sharply. "Julian!"

His head tilted lazily in her direction.

Arabella flashed a knowing smile. "It’s me."

Julian lifted a hand. "Let her through."

The bodyguard in black stepped aside.

Arabella strode forward, chin high. "Told you. I’m not just any ex."

She stopped in front of Julian.

His brow arched. "What brings you here?"

The rich crowd snickered. "Arabella! Here to crash Julian’s party?"

Her eyes flicked to the bunny girl still draped over him. "Must you have her glued to you while we talk?"

Laughter exploded around them.

"Looks like the ex isn’t happy!"

"More like jealous."

"Damn, Julian. Your ex showing up? Best birthday ever."

Julian glanced between Arabella and the bunny girl. "She wants you to move."

The girl tightened her grip around his neck, pouting. "But I like it here..."

She wasn’t giving up this spot without a fight.

Julian’s grin turned wicked. "See? She’s not budging. What now? Should we settle this with a little... competition?"

The crowd howled with amusement.

"Julian, you’re evil—making them fight over you!"

"What can I say? Supply and demand."

His playful taunt had both women bristling.

"Arabella!" someone cheered. "You’ve got this!"

She glared at the bunny girl. "What kind of woman just plants herself on someone else’s man?"

The girl smirked. "Your man? Newsflash—he’s not yours anymore. If he wanted me off, he’d say so."

She emphasized "your" with a mocking lilt.

Arabella’s temper flared. She’d met her match.

These girls were sharp—just like her. They knew exactly what they wanted: power, wealth, and a man who could give them both. They’d seen every trick in the book, including catfights over a billionaire’s attention.

"Get. Up." Arabella bit out. "I need to talk to him."

The girl leaned back, smug. "Talk all you want. I’m not moving."

Arabella’s hand shot out, fingers tangling in the girl’s hair—