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    However, Norah believed that love should not be constrained by social status. If there was true affection, she felt that any obstacles could be ovee.


    Yet, she chose not to meddle in their rtionship, preferring to let things unfold naturally.


    For instance, Susanna and Phillip came together without anyone meddling, didn’t they?


    Everything would naturally fall into ce when it came to love. Norah gripped Sean’s hand, reassured by her choice.


    She felt his reassuring squeeze in return. Her smile widened, drawing envious scowls from onlookers.


    How could she smile so freely, they thought. She would see what wasing to her soon!


    By midday, the banquet hall buzzed with activity, voices blending into a continuous hum.


    Guests with a keen sense of social navigation mingled among the dignitaries, wine sses in hand. With so many influential figures from Glophia gathered, it was an ideal setting forworking.


    On the other side, Sean’s business partners called him over, so Norah chose to sit on the sofa and allowed him to go and converse with them.


    Sitting here alone in peace was preferable. She could use the time to think about what to say when the party started.


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    She was deep in thought when Elsa approached.


    “Norah.” Holding a ss of red wine, Elsa sat beside her. “It’s been ages since west met.”


    Norah raised an eyebrow. “If I recall correctly, we met just a few days ago, Miss Wilson. You seem to have a rather selective memory.”


    She remembered that they had just met the day of the banquet when Marlene had been recognized as a Wilson.


    Elsa maintained a polite smile. “Yeah, we met the other day, but we didn’t talk. I apologize for Marlene’s situation.”


    She set her ss on the table, her expression apologetic. “We all thought you were gone. We felt sorry for Marlene, so we transferred your identity to her. I hope you understand.”


    “Is this what Iker instructed you to say to me?” Norah struggled to grasp Elsa’s intention.


    Marlene wasn’t a true Wilson. They had given Marlene her identity simply toy im to her inheritance. Why did they make it sound like they felt sorry for Marlene?


    Elsa’s smile stiffened. Confronted by Norah, she blurted out her spiel without much thought.


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