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    The moment they stepped out, the crowd surged forward, all eager to engage Hannah in conversation. The majority were curious about…


    Brian’s current circumstances and whether Everett had a longstanding and close rtionship with him remained unclear.


    Hannah was aware that Brian was actually Paul, the famous owner of the Sunrise, but she could not disclose this information just then. Furthermore, her acquaintance with Everett had only begun that day, leaving her unsure of his connection to Brian.


    Feeling both helpless and embarrassed by the barrage of inquiries, she could only respond with a shake of her head, saying, “Everyone, I truly don’t know. If you’re seeking answers, maybe try asking Brian directlyter on.”


    Following Hannah’s remarks, the guests refrained from pressing her further. Nheless, they continued their attempts to forge a connection with the Nash family. Witnessing this, Chloe felt a surge of jealousy.


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    Even though Everett was not particrly kind to her, he was still her brother by blood. She disliked the idea of him mingling with people she disapproved of, like Tiffany or Marissa. Unable to contain her jealousy, Chloe covertly sent a message to Korbin and Betty.


    “Have you arrived?”


    Korbin and Betty promptly responded, “We’re on the way but stuck in traffic. We’ll be there soon.”


    Chloe texted back, saying, “Hurry if you can. Do you remember everything I instructed?”


    Korbin and Betty assured her, “We do. Don’t worry, Miss Brock. Today, we’ll make sure Marissa’s reputation suffers.”


    Upon receiving Korbin and Betty’s assurances, Chloe allowed herself a smile and shot a spiteful look toward the direction Marissa and Everett had gone.


    Unaware of Chloe’s plotting, Marissa continued on with Everett to meet Paul…


    Paul stepped off the ne, his gaze drifting toward the banquet hall, but his feet refused to follow. Instead, he found himself lingering in the garden, surrounded by memories that stirred a deep ache. His eyes misted over as he looked around, breathing in the familiar air.


    He had built this garden with his own hands, pouring his energy and heart into every corner. Each flowerbed, each path, was a testament to the love he had once shared here. This garden wasn’t just a collection of nts; it was a living memory.


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