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    Katelyn turned to see who had spoken.


    The voice came from an unfamiliar woman, dressed in a chic, elegant outfit, her face perfectly made up. Her thick, wavy hair cascaded down her back, secured with a pink clip that stood out in a fashionably careless way.


    Katelyn’s brow furrowed as she sized up the woman. She even questioned if she’d heard right. Was she being used of… stealing Mr. Adams? Her? Trying to steal Vincent?


    Annie Cromwell, the woman in question, walked toward Katelyn in high heels, each step deliberate and calcted. She scrutinized Katelyn with sharp, hostile eyes.


    “Well, I’ll admit,” Annie sneered, her tone venomous, “you do have a pretty face. No wonder you dared to make a move on Mr. Adams.” Her smile was mocking, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of jealousy. Before arriving, Annie had thoroughly researched Katelyn. She found Katelyn’s features striking, especially her eyes, which seemed almost divinely sculpted—surpassing any artwork.


    Annie had half-expected to find Katelyn less impressive than her photos suggested, but in person, she was even more stunning than Annie had anticipated.


    Realizing the intent of her visitor, Katelyn responded coolly, “Who are you?” Her voice was detached.


    Annie’s smirk grew as she replied confidently, “You can call me Countess Cromwell. I’m here on behalf of my cousin to address a shameless home-wrecker.” Katelyn blinked. Cousin? Home-wrecker? What kind of ce was Yata, where everyone seemed to be either a lord, earl, or even countess?


    Nearby, Bartley leaned closer and whispered, “She’s royalty. Whatever’s going on, she’s clearly not here to be friendly.” His voice was hushed, wary.


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    In Yata, the royal family wielded significant power, orchestrating the nation’s affairs from the shadows. Most could only dream of obtaining a noble title, granted either for distinguished service or inherited through birth. But royalty? That was a different level entirely. Their public appearances were so infrequent thatmoners often didn’t even know what they looked like.


    Having once hosted royalty at his hotel, Bartley recognized Annie immediately.


    Katelyn’s frown deepened. What did this have to do with her? She hadn’t crossed any royals. Was Annie suggesting that Vincent was involved with her cousin and that Katelyn was getting in their way? Katelyn’s eyes narrowed, focusing intently on Annie.


    “rify this for me: who exactly are you calling the homewrecker?” she demanded.


    Annie smirked. “Clearly, it’s you!” She circled Katelyn, her eyes sharp and predatory. Her face was twisted with contempt and arrogance. “I’ve encountered your type before—those who’ll do anything to climb the socialdder. But really, did you think you could outshine my cousin? You’re living in a fantasy.”


    As Annie’s words grew more venomous, her resentment deepened. Katelyn’s calm demeanor seemed to inme her jealousy further, as if Annie wanted to physically scratch at Katelyn’s pretty face. Impulsively, Annie raised her hand, adorned with long, jewel-encrusted nails, aiming for Katelyn.


    But before Annie’s hand couldnd, Katelyn intercepted it with surprising speed and uracy. Her grip was unyielding, and suddenly, Annie found herself unable to move.


    Anger twisted Annie’s perfectly made-up face as she gritted her teeth, her voice quivering with fury. “Release me, you bitch!”


    Katelyn remainedposed, tightening her grip slightly, which elicited a sharp yelp of pain from Annie. Now, fear mixed with Annie’s anger. She realized the strength in Katelyn’s grip—strong enough to break her wrist if she wasn’t careful.<fndb7e> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on Find_Novel(.</fndb7e>


    How could Katelyn be so strong?


    From the sidelines, Bartley felt unease settle in. He intervened, his voice urgent.


    “Annie isn’t just anyone. She’s royalty. Don’t make an enemy of her, Katelyn. If you cross her, you could provoke the entire royal family.”


    Despite their personal quarrels, the royal family stood united against outsiders. If Annie were injured here, not even Bartley could protect Katelyn from the consequences.


    Katelyn looked on with disdain, weary of this country and its absurd ss structure. Everywhere she turned, it was all about nobility and entitlement. Ordinary people were oppressed, their grievances silenced by the heavy hand of privilege, forced to endure simply because theycked the means to fight back.


    Despite everyone being human, these unjust norms dictated their fates from birth.


    The urge to return to Granville surged within her. “She’s the one who instigated this,” Katelyn whispered under her breath.


    Annie’s voice grew shrill and desperate. “Let go of me, you vile woman! I’ll see you dead for this!” Her rant was abruptly cut short when she noticed someone approaching. “Help me!” she cried.


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