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.”

at her

told my father you wanted

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

said that, a collective gasp rippled

shame, I let out a quiet, mocking

annoyed me, seeing him put a devil like Freya in her place

look down on me so much, why did you

a cold, mocking smile. “You really

instant, the overwhelming aura radiating from him made Freya instinctively shrink back several steps. Her mouth hung open, but she was too in idated to speak a

than two seconds before suddenly turning to me with a look of deep affection. “I want Ms.

gasps rippled through the

god, how humiliating is

you see Freya just

fiancé dies… There was no way Mr. White could ever

Truman. He’s the kind of man every elite she–wolf dreams of claiming as their

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