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    Susanna watched the unfolding drama, her hands sped beneath her chin.


    She had once thought her brother harbored feelings for this cunning woman. Now, it was clear the affection was one-sided.


    Yet, this woman remained a romantic obligation Sean had incurred. With Norah back in the picture, there seemed little reason to keep Marlene around.


    “Sean, why do you need her when you have me? How am I any less?” Susanna pondered briefly before a mischievous thought struck her. She clung to Sean’s arm, her voice yful yet intive. “Why would you choose her over me?”


    As Marlene watched the young woman glide over to Sean and engage him with an ease that seemed almost intimate, a surge of jealousy washed over her. That closeness was something she had only ever aspired to.


    “Who are you?”


    “What? Who am I?” Susanna’sughter was light, her hand covering her mouth. “I’m Sean’s most cherished girl, aren’t I?”


    Sean nodded resignedly and cast a fleeting nce at Susanna.


    “Alright, enough talk. Let’s get something to eat.”


    Interacting with Sean had nevere naturally to Marlene. She hardly knew anyone in his circle, except for his assistant, Frank.


    Her face drained of color. “Sean…”


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    It seemed Sean had just nonchntly confirmed Susanna’s ce in his life. But where did that leave her?


    Was she just a ything to Sean?


    This was something Marlene couldn’t bear. She bowed her head, her shoulders shook, and she let out a soft sob. “Should I… should I just go?”


    Marlene put herself in a position of utter vulnerability, not challenging the young woman, merely weeping in silence.


    Phillip approached, sping Susanna’s hand gently. “Time to eat,” he announced.


    Marlene lifted her eyes, observing the scene unfold from the corner of her vision, her eyes trembling.


    The woman was openly flirting with another man in front of Sean. Could that possibly be eptable?


    Marlene shifted her gaze to Sean, only to find him devoid of any emotional response. He didn’t even look her way, nor did he ask her to leave; he just made his way to the dining room.


    Her tears went unnoticed, with no one showing concern or care.


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