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It was Elora who entered the scene.
Despite her designer attire and impable makeup, the aristocratic aura that had once charmed Katelyn was now missing.
Elora now mirrored Lisepletely, stripped of her earlier grace. Her twisted face and resentful eyes made her look particrly menacing.
Katelyn ced her fork down, her face hardening.
“Elora, didn’t your family teach you basic manners and etiquette? How do you even deserve the title of a noble?”
Birds of a feather flock together. Elora was now indeed the spitting image of Lise.
Her storming in had caught the attention of many in the restaurant.
Jaxen, who had never met Elora, looked at her with intrigue. He subtly elbowed Vincent.
“Who is she? She’s quite striking.”
“Just someonecking manners,” Vincent responded, his face unmoved. Elora, while not officially titled, was only locally revered as a “princess.”
Fixing a bitter gaze on Katelyn, Elora said sharply, “I’ve told you repeatedly to keep your distance from my fiancé. What did you say to Bartley? Why did he take away my shares in the hotel?”
Elora seemed on the verge of a breakdown.
Why was Bartley causing her such pain?
Their rtionship hadn’t always been so strained. The hotel shares were thest token of Bartley’s care for her, and now they were gone too. “It is all Katelyn’s fault!” she thought.
Katelyn looked on, her expression cold.
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She couldn’t understand why Elora, with all her prestige, couldn’t ept that Bartley simply didn’t love her. Their rtionship was nothing more than a series of transactions.
Bartley’stest behavior indicated that Elora was either losing her significance to him or that he’d found a more beneficial business ally, signaling her impending rejection.
“Your issues with him are your own. Cease attributing every misfortune to me. If you’re bewildered, it’s best to question him yourself.”
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With Elora’s tear-stained eyes, Katelyn was overwhelmed by a profound sense ofpassion and sorrow.
She saw a past version of herself in Elora—unloved, yet desperately yearning for affection.
She exhaled softly, opting to rify,
“I can’t count how many times I’ve tried to make you understand that your rtionship issues stem from your business dealings, not from my actions.”
Upon hearing this, Elora’s face nched as if struck by a realization, but she quickly rejected the thought, her teeth clenched.
“No, that cannot be true. There is true affection between us, not merely transactional ties.”
She remembered her father recently hinting that their engagements with the Lawrence family were diminishing. Such coborations were designed to fortify both enterprises. Yet, their situation had deteriorated drastically.
The fundamental issue was the Williams family’s fading prominence, failing to meet the escting expectations of the Lawrence family.
Although Breck had spared her the harsh realities, she had deduced bits of the truth.
Yet, she adamantly denied this, unwilling to ept that the man she cherished ced his interests first. Overwhelmed, she redirected all her frustration toward Katelyn. Convincing herself in a sort of self-deception, she believed that erasing Katelyn might restore their rtionship to its former glory.
Elora’s face was a mosaic of changing emotions, all keenly observed by Katelyn.
Katelyn felt a pang of sympathy for her.
Despite her nobility, Elora was still trapped in the intricate web of love, merely a piece moved by others.
“You clearly grasp what’s really happening here. Your next steps are yours to decide. I only ask that you don’t bother me further, or I’ll be forced to reveal all to the world.”
Katelyn’s intentions were genuinely helpful, yet their discussion was abruptly disrupted by another unexpected guest entering the restaurant.
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