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“I never admitted anything. I’m just sticking up for my brother,” Genevieve shot back, giving Charlotte a hard look. “Now that he’s sick, you’re all dolled up and on the prowl for your next rich husband. Charlotte, you really are shameless.”

Charlotte laughed, unfazed. “Funny. When I wasn’t talking about divorce, you couldn’t wait for me to leave your brother. Now that I’ve brought it up, suddenly I’m a gold–digger? Whatever. Since you’re so fond of talking, better get it all out now–after tonight, you might not have the chance.”

“You-” Genevieve’s retort died as her gaze landed on Loretta, who was trying to melt into the crowd. This was the Rayburn family’s heiress, yet here she was, hiding like a coward.

Shoving past Charlotte, Genevieve marched straight over. “Miss Rayburn, this is your welcome party, after all. Even if the Rayburns didn’t care about the guest list, how could you let a woman like her sneak in just for

the free food and drinks?”

Genevieve didn’t raise her voice, but everyone nearby heard. All eyes

turned to Loretta.

“That’s the Rayburn heiress?”

“No way. She looks nothing like Mrs. Rayburn. Just look at her–so plain and ordinary.”

As the whispers grew, Loretta’s face went pale. She’d hoped to keep her head down until the party officially started, wait for Charlotte to make a fool of herself, and then swoop in to play the hero, Only then could she hold onto her spot in the Rayburn family. But now, thanks to Miss Howard, her plan was ruined.

pushed into the crowd, grabbed her by the arrn, and hauled her out. “Miss Rayburn, I’m talking to you! Why

an ugly shade of green. She shot a desperate

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Charlotte.

just swirled her wine, clearly not planning

bit her lip, shook off Genevieve’s hand,

not-”

direction and actually laughed. “You’re the Rayburn heiress! Why

Howard, she’s not my sister. You don’t need

moment, Wesley and Judd entered, with

behind.

but her eyes soon drifted to the man at his side. Wait–wasn’t that Charlotte’s infamous ‘lover‘? But with everything happening, she barely registered it. Wesley’s words echoed in her mind: “…She’s not the Rayburn

to Loretta and demanded,

dropped, rimmed red, humiliation written all over her

mix–up on my part, a simple misunderstanding. This young lady–Miss Donovan–is

at Loretta, teeth clenched.

real Miss Rayburn?” someone in the

“It’s her.

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