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    The group soon arrived at the Miller family mansion. No sooner had they stepped into the living room than a sharp voice sliced through the air.


    “What are you doing here?” Lorraine snapped, her re sharp enough to cut ss as she bore down on Christina.


    Lorraine was livid. This insufferable woman hadn’t just shown up—she’d brought backup with her. Were they nning to team up and snatch away the Miller men, taking over the whole household?


    Christina and Davina, with their knockout figures and stunning faces, struck a nerve that sent jealousy roiling in Lorraine’s gut.


    Worse, Lorraine had heard that Robin had rushed off to Dorfield because of Christina. These past few days had been pure torture for her. If Robin hadn’t returned when he did, she would’ve marched down to Dorfield herself to drag him back.


    During Robin’s absence, Lorraine’s mind had raced with worst-case scenarios. If he and Christina spent any more time together, Christina might end up pregnant and walk away with everything that was supposed to belong to her!


    Lorraine’s fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms. Robin belonged to her. Everything under the Miller name belonged to her. No one had the right to take it away. And if anyone even thought about challenging her, she’d make sure they regretted it.


    A flicker of malice danced through Lorraine’s eyes.


    “What was that supposed to mean, Lorraine? You get toe here, but Christina can’t?” Kurt snapped, his expression hardening. If Lorraine hadn’t once stepped in to save Celine, the Millers would’ve cklisted her ages ago.


    At this point, Kurt was already being unusually lenient by limiting Lorraine’s visits to the Miller estate.


    The Reynolds family owed their current standing in Kitaso entirely to the Miller family’s help. The Millers had more than repaid that debt with gratitude.


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    “I didn’t mean it like that,” Lorraine mumbled, lowering her eyes and biting her lip. “I was just surprised Miss Jones showed up out of nowhere.”


    “I invited her as a guest. Got a problem with that?” Kurt asked sharply.


    “No, nothing like that,” Lorraine said quickly, shaking her head.


    “I strongly advise you to steer clear of Miss Jones. Step out of line again, and the Miller estate won’t be open to you anymore,” Kurt warned. He was worried Lorraine might pull something reckless again. As long as she remembered her ce and didn’t go after things that weren’t hers, the Millers would shield her for life. But if she got too greedy, they’d cut her off without a second thought.


    The key to survival was knowing one’s limits—and when to back off.


    Lorraine gave a stiff nod, eyes welling up as she choked out, “Got it.”


    Despite her words, she seethed inwardly. Why did Christina receive better treatment than her? Was it just because Christina was better-looking? Lorraine was consumed by bitterness. The Millers were obviously biased, blind to everything she had done for them. She was the one who had saved one of their own, and yet she didn’t receive the respect and warmth she deserved.


    Kurt turned to the butler. “Escort our guests to their rooms.”


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