Chapter 1999


    A woman of delicate sensibilities put away her smartphone with a dismissive huff, "So, Romeo''s got a


    thing for her? I mean, sure, she''s got a pretty face, but the rest is probably just smoke and mirrors


    courtesy of the Collins PR machine."


    A piano prodigy? A renowned doctor? And now, rumors are swirling that her perfect test scores might


    be as fake as a three-dor bill!


    "Ms. Monroe, you are right. How can a girl, abandoned and left to fend for herself, rise to the top of


    every field just because of her grandfathers'' nurturing? That''s not human; it''s almost divine!"


    The butler, Moira, let out a derisive chuckle, "If it weren''t for the engagement deal between the Collins


    and the McMillians, there''s no way this stray kitten would be rubbing shoulders with the young


    McMillian heir. But the tide of public opinion is on our side now. Once Arabe''s name is dragged


    through the mud, you will secure Romeo without even breaking a sweat."


    "That Serena, what a useless piece of work. I''ve been studying overseas, and she still hasn''t managed


    to get her ws into Romeo. And Alma, what a waste of space, mooning over Romeo while Serena


    isn''t even a true heiress, yet she can''t win his heart. Instead, she''s getting herself dirty fighting Serena.


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    Looks like it''s up to me to step in."


    Harriet Monroe stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of her family''s ptial vi, arms crossed over


    her chest, gazing out at the sprawling garden with a smug curve of her lips.


    "Ms. Monroe, you grew up alongside Mr. Romeo and even lived with the McMillians for a while. Back


    then, it was just you and him. That sort of bond is deeper than any of these flings. Ms. Monroe, you are


    on winter break now, the perfect opportunity to rekindle that me."


    "I don''t care about whatever surprises or romances he''s cooked up for Arabe in the past. Now that


    she''s been unmasked, all it''ll take is a little push from me, and Romeo will naturally be mine. Go


    prepare some snacks, I''ll take them over to him."


    Confidence flickered in Harriet''s eyes. With her in the picture, Arabe didn''t stand a chance.


    "Right away, I''ll make sure they suit Mr. Romeo''s tastes to a T."


    Harriet surveyed the garden once more and added, "Hold on—tell the kitchen to keep it simple.


    Otherwise, Romeo will spot straight away they weren''t made by me."


    "You always think of everything, Ms. Monroe. This time, we''ll focus on simple and delicious."


    Moira smiled, admiring the young woman before her. "Ms. Monroe, you have the grace and the


    pedigree. Over the years, our family has built an empire abroad that rivals the Collins family, and if Mr.


    Monroe weren''t so modest, shunning those rich lists. If he actuallypeted, what chance would the


    Collins have. Mr. Monroe''s getting on in years and wants to return to the domestic scene. That means


    you and Mr. Romeo will have plenty more chances to interact."


    Meanwhile, Arabe was at the hospital, where the victims'' families grabbed her, demanding an


    exnation.


    "Though the car involved in the raffle wasn''t produced by our brand, it was acquired through official


    channels. The vehicle in question hasn''t been sent to an authoritative institution for evaluation yet. Rest


    assured, if this is the Collins family''s responsibility, we will not shirk it," Arabe assured the weeping


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