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    Ellie rolled her eyes at his empty promises. “I remember you said the same thing to me before. And what happened? Your family refused to ept me, and you did nothing. Why would I believe you now?”


    Shaking his head, Jayceon replied, “Things have changed now. I have my own business separate from my family. No one can control my work or my personal life anymore. And from the way you talk, it’s clear you still have feelings for me. You only married Thiago because you felt grateful to him after all the help he offered you.”<fn6504> Follow current nov?ls on Find~Novel</fn6504>


    His eyes flickered to Brenna. “Word is, he pursued Brenna before. Doesn’t that bother you at all?”


    Ellie let out a sharpugh. “Stop talking nonsense. Don’t try to drive a wedge between us. Who says I don’t love him? When I was alone in Norview with a child, working and raising the kid, do you know how hard it was? I couldn’t handle everything. Thiago helped me, took care of the child when he was sick, and looked after me when I was ill. I gradually fell in love with him. He also helped advance my career. My sess…


    Today is thanks to him! I love that man! He’s reliable and trustworthy—qualities you never showed me.” Anger still burning, Ellie turned to walk away.


    But before she could take a step, Jayceon reached out and caught her arm. “You’re lying. He’s not better than me. Not in any way!”


    “You really think so? But to me, he’s better than you in every way!” Ellie yanked her arm free and walked to Brenna.


    Jayceon did not follow her. He just stared at the underwear, growing more furious.


    Wanting to leave this ce, Ellie said, “Are you finished, Brenna? Let’s get out of here.”


    Setting down the clothes, Brenna nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.”


    Ellie paid and left, continuing shopping with Brenna elsewhere.


    “Running into that jerk really kills my mood,” Ellie said. She and Brenna chatted as they shopped until noon.


    When lunchtime rolled around, Brenna noticed the string of restaurants along the street. She quickly texted Lorna for a rmendation and soon went to a restaurant Lorna mentioned. She invited the bodyguard to join them for the meal.


    Everything about the ce oozed charm—from the eclectic decor to the mixed crowd filling the booths and bar.


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    “Hi there! What would you like to order?” A waitress with a bright smile approached them.


    As soon as Brenna looked up, her expression froze. “Isabe?”


    Isabe’s face flushed crimson. Without replying, she turned and bolted. Stunned, Brenna watched as she vanished in her uniform and cap, swallowed by the kitchen in seconds.


    Another staff member approached, apologetic. “Sorry about that. My coworker isn’t feeling well. I’ll be helping you instead.”


    Brenna raised an eyebrow. That didn’t add up. Wasn’t Isabe supposed to be working for Rosie?


    Had Rosie not provided her with housing and money?


    Why was she working here?


    “Do you know how long that waitress has been working here?” Brenna asked.


    After a pause, the waiter responded, “She joined about a week ago.”


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