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    Ang quickly closed the distance with a smile that was nothing short of ttering.


    “Jenesis, are you heading to the banquet? Would you like me to apany you?”


    Every time Ang saw Jenesis, she would try to win Jenesis’ favor, a sight so familiar that the Brooks family servants had grown used to it and no longer paid attention. Some even made a point to walk away, clearly relieved to escape Ang’s distracting presence.


    Jenesis snapped back to reality, her eyes narrowing as she studied the fawning woman before her. The disgust that bubbled up within her intensified.


    She was all too aware of Ang’s past with Harlee. Now that Harlee had firmly secured her ce as the favored member of the Green and Sanderson families, defeating Ang would be a walk in the park.


    Whispers had circted that this fool, Ang, was still scheming, searching for any chance to trip Harlee up. Jenesis’s expression darkened as her mind raced with calctions.


    The Brooks family could no longer afford to keep Ang, this loose cannon, around. She had to be tossed out before she dragged them all down with her.


    Jenesis sneered, her gaze dripping with contempt as she stared at Ang.


    “Why should I bother taking you out? To humiliate myself? Ang, remember this: you’re no longer superior to anyone here! We only let you marry into the Brooks family out of kindness. You should be grateful.”


    With that, Jenesis turned on her heel, brushing aside Ang’s pleas as if they were insignificant.


    Jenesis’ next stop was her family home, where she nned to consult her sister-inw on how to get rid of Ang.


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    Ang, left in shambles, felt the weight of dread press down on her. Jenesis’ indifference meant her ce in the Brooks family would be even more untenable.


    And worse, she still hadn’t conceived a child of her own…


    The more Ang mulled over Jenesis’ sudden coldness, the less sense it made. Something must have happened. What could it be?


    Ang’s thoughts were interrupted when she flicked on the TV, only to see news of Rhys and Harlee’s engagement sshed across the screen.


    Staring in shock, Ang’s hands clenched into trembling fists as hatred clouded her eyes. She looked utterly devastated, almost deranged.


    “No… This can’t be real! I refuse to believe it! Someone like Harlee can’t marry a man like Rhys!”


    Unwilling to ept it, Ang grabbed a servant’s phone and scrolled feverishly through social media. The flood of congrattory posts and trending topics crushed herst shred of hope.


    She sank to the floor, trembling and defeated, her facade utterly shattered.


    “It’s over. It’s all over…”


    Ang clenched her fists so hard that her nails bit into her palms, drawing blood. The sting snapped her thoughts into focus.


    She finally understood why Jenesis’ attitude had shifted and knew her only path forward. She had to find Harlee, beg for her forgiveness, and ensure it was done publicly. Otherwise, everything she’d worked for would crumble into nothing.


    At the Gill residence, Liam sat listlessly, his legs useless after the car ident.


    Coupled with the deration of bankruptcy, courtesy of Brice’s schemes, he was more unwee than a stray.


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