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    “Well, look at the great designer, Sadie Hudson, wearing someone else’s clothes,” K said, scanning the room with a sarcastic tilt of her head. “This estate isn’t open to just anyone. Don’t tell me you actually think cozying up to Lawrence Group will suddenly make you important.”


    With her head lowered, Sadie chose not to engage with K. All she wanted was to get out of there as quickly as possible.


    K’s smugness grew as she observed Sadie’s reticence. She stepped closer, her expression filled with scorn.


    “Noah’s attention is focused solely on me. No matter my actions, he will always defend me. You, however, are insignificant to him.”


    “You…” Sadie struggled to contain her rising fury. “Stay out of my rtionship with Noah.”


    K’s sneer deepened. “And who might you be? You’re just a passing amusement for him. Once he grows bored, he’ll discard you without a second nce.”


    With her lips pressed tightly together, Sadie’splexion turned ashen.


    Deep down, she acknowledged the harsh truth in K’s words.


    After all, it had already been proven right three years ago.


    Suddenly, a rxed voice floated in from the doorway, sounding almost as if the speaker was just strolling by.


    “Why all the animosity, youngdy?”


    Both Sadie and K whipped their heads around.


    At the entrance stood a woman in gardening attire, smeared with dirt, yfully wielding a pair of pruning shears, her smile teasing. Loose strands of her long, dark hair framed her face, enhancing her sultry, captivating appearance.


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    K’s face clouded over, and she retorted sharply, “Shut up. What concern is it of yours? When did we start letting servants speak up?” A heaviness settled in Sadie’s chest; she didn’t want to draw someone else into her dispute with K.


    “Miss Wade, if you are that remarkable, why haven’t you be Mrs. Wall after three years yet?”


    Sadie gazed at the “gardener.”


    “I’m sorry for what happened, and thank you for your intervention.” The woman, mistaken for a gardener, wore a yful yet slightly puzzled expression as she nced between Sadie and K.


    A mix of anger and humiliation colored K’s cheeks.


    The audacity of Sadie!


    “Typical. You’re both lowly people. Sadie, you’re destined to remain among those servants!”


    Now, K’s disdain was fully evident.


    Before Sadie could formte a reply, the butler emerged at the entrance.


    “Ms. Shaw, Mr. Wall is here.”


    Ms. Shaw?


    Both Sadie and K turned to stone, their eyes fixed on the woman standing in the doorway.


    This woman, disheveled with mud, was actually Eva, the estate’s owner?


    Color drained from K’s face; she had not anticipated insulting Eva directly.


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