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    “Hold on, isn’t that country bumpkin Marissa impersonating Tiffany now? What corner of the world has Tiffany disappeared to? Is she doing okay? Does she even realize her father is Paul, the big name behind the Sunrise?”


    Silence engulfed the group—no one had the faintest idea of Tiffany’s fate or her current circumstances.


    Melinda’s face twisted into a sly grin, herughter dripping with malice.


    She leaned in, eyes gleaming with dark amusement, and remarked with wicked satisfaction, “I’d wager that ever since Tiffany fled her own wedding, she’s been leading a miserable life, probably lost in some forsaken backwater.


    She might even be lying in a ditch somewhere.


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    Poor, foolish girl.


    Without the protective mantle of the Nash family, she’s undoubtedly floundering.


    If that’s indeed her plight, then she’s of no envy to me.


    Despite her influential father, fortune clearly hasn’t favored her.


    Hah!”


    As Melinda pped a hand over her mouth, stifling her giggles, Chloe, too, reveled in a darkly satisfying fantasy where Tiffany was utterly miserable—a thought that secretlyforted her.


    Also, her spirits were buoyed by another, darker satisfaction: Marissa’s demise was on the horizon.


    Had Brian’s new identity as the affluent owner of the Sunrise never been revealed, Marissa could have faced nothing more than a severe scolding and exile from Blebert, or at most, a brief spell in prison for her prolonged impersonation of Tiffany.


    But the discovery that Brian was, in fact, the formidable Paul spelled certain doom for Marissa.


    Once her deceit was unveiled, Paul’s legendary fury was sure to end her life.


    Paul’s notoriety for merciless wrath was legendary in the criminal underground.


    It was often said that Paul’s mere presence brought chaos wherever he went.


    A simple country bumpkin like Marissa would crumble under the weight of Paul’s tempestuous anger.


    As this sinister realization settled in, Chloe’s smile grew wicked.


    She cloaked her malice with ayer of false concern and gently said, “Oh Melinda, cast aside such somber thoughts.


    We should send good fortunes to Tiffany.”


    Melinda’s sneer froze as she processed Chloe’s advice, her mirth vanishing instantly.


    She replied, “Fine, Chloe.


    You’re kind and noble.


    But I can’t emte your qualities.


    I’m clearly too petty, hmph!”


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