804 I Don’t Need Another Suitor

Hayley’s POV:

“That’s right,” I sneered, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “I’m not as bold as you. You’re the kind that dreams recklessly and acts without restraint.”

Freya’s expression darkened at that, but with Truman and all the guests watching, she didn’t have the guts to lash out at me.

The thought of it made me want to laugh.

Despite whatever crossed her mind, she quickly switched back to her eager, expectant self and turned to Truman with bright enthusiasm. “Truman, this is my sister Michelle’s big day. Let’s head into one of the rooms to talk.”

As she spoke, she stepped forward to take Truman’s arm.

But before she could touch him, Truman casually lifted his arm, evading her with practiced ease.

“Ms. Freya, please have some self–respect.” Truman’s expression turned cold.

Freya’s hand froze awkwardly in mid–air, and the smile on her face stiffened. She forced a laugh and tried to play it off. “Truman, you’re such a tease.”

says I’m joking?” Truman looked at her blankly. “Do

my father

Truman gave a light, indifferent nod, as if something finally clicked. “I thought the Sanders only had one daughter–and that is Michelle. I didn’t

moment he said that, a collective gasp rippled through

in shame, I let out a quiet,

seeing him put a devil like Freya in her place wasn’t entirely a

a rage, eyes brimming with tears. “If you look down

Truman gave her a cold, mocking smile. “You

made Freya instinctively shrink back several steps. Her mouth hung open, but she was too in idated to speak a

her with a cold, cutting stare for less than two seconds before suddenly turning to me with a look of

of gasps rippled through the crowd, followed by

my god, how humiliating is

you see

dies…

Sanders, yet she thinks she can end up with Truman. He’s the kind of

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