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    Chloe exhaled a silent sigh of relief, thankful that Aelfric still believed in her.


    At that moment, Korbin, Betty, and Denise, escorted by the butler, made their entrance into the banquet hall.


    The event was a showcase of elegance, with every attendee dressed impably—a setting both alien and intimidating to Korbin and Betty.


    As they navigated through the crowd, their expressions mirrored those of wide-eyed neers in awe of their surroundings, pausing to marvel even at the ornate wallmps as if contemting taking one home.


    Denise, having made an effort to fit in by donning a pricier dress and styling her hair, still found herself looking in inparison to the refineddies around her, resembling more of an outcast than a participant.


    The trio attracted stares, bing the subject of curious nces as if they were exhibits on disy.


    Unaware of the condescending looks, Korbin and Betty naively tried to mingle, their attempts at conversation drawing bothughter and winces from the more seasoned attendees.


    Meanwhile, Denise twisted her waist, mimicking the sultry poses of actresses in television dramas, hoping to catch the eye of a wealthy heir.


    Marissa, observing their attempts, could only roll her eyes and cast her gaze heavenward.


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    Despite her past financial support for them, out of gratitude for her adoption, theycked appreciation and even schemed with Chloe against her.


    Hannah caught Marissa’s reaction and turned sharply to address the intruders.


    “So, are you the ones who have used our Tiffany of being an imposter?”


    Upon hearing the challenge, Korbin, Betty, and Denise all froze.


    The butler promptly introduced, “This is Mrs. Hannah Nash, the hostess of the Nash family.”


    Korbin and Betty quickly donned ingratiating smiles and greeted Hannah, “Hello, Mrs. Nash!”


    Noticing Landen standing beside Hannah, Denise blushed and bowed, throwing subtle flirtatious nces at him.


    Her efforts, however, were so clumsily executed that they bordered on the risqué, almost evoking a visceral reaction from Landen, who restrained himself only because of the decorum the asion demanded.


    Hannah, clearly seeing through Denise’s flimsy fa?ade, managed to keep herposure and inquired again, pointedly, “You three im that our Tiffany is a fake. Can you substantiate your usation?”


    Korbin, Betty, and Denise had been so preupied with trying to associate themselves with high society that they hadpletely forgotten their original purpose for attending the event.


    It wasn’t until they heard Hannah’s question that they finally remembered it.


    In an instant, their expressions and demeanor shifted entirely.


    Up until then, Denise had been batting hershes incessantly at Landen.


    Hannah’s voice finally drew her attention away from him, and she looked around the room.


    When her gazended on Marissa, standing beside Paul, Denise let out a cold, resentfulugh.


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