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But what did Stella have that made her so special? Why did the Lugar family

cherish her so much? Why did the renowned Ronald of Ferrowland spoil her so much? His relentless pressure on the Larkin family had been absolutely merciless during this time.

When Jaxon realized it, Stella was already far away. He wanted to chase after her, but she had vanished without a trace.

"Damn it." Jaxon slapped himself across the face in frustration.

Recalling Stella's cold indifference toward him and the Larkin family drove him mad.

What was he supposed to do with the mess? Was this really how it was all going to end, with no resolution?

No matter what he tried recently, nothing seemed to work. Those who were once friendly with the Larkin family hung up the phone when they heard his voice. The Larkin family had become pariahs, avoided by everyone.

Jaxon stood there, fuming for what felt like an eternity. He wanted to find Stella, but she was nowhere to be found.

When someone bumped into him, knocking him to the ground, his simmering anger found a target. He lashed out at the person, "Watch where you're going! Are you blind? If so, you might as well gouge your eyes out. What's the use of keeping them?"

Only after his outburst did he realize it was a child who had bumped into him. The kid's parents were not having it and promptly gave him a beating.

They shouted, "What kind of monster are you, to speak so viciously to a child?"

extinguished by their fists. His rage, not fully

the time Jaxon managed to drag his battered self back

to unpaid wages, two of the maids had already been driven away by Ursula's

kitchen,

pleasantries. After all, nothing was more infuriating for a worker than unpaid

even bother to ask what happened. She turned her

had the nerve to give him attitude, Jaxon fumed, "Fuck off! If you're going to work,

of during the Larkin family's

me what you

to stay? Back when she got paid, they treated them like dirt, and now with no

throbbed with anger. He snorted back, ignoring Winona,

"It's a damn shame, huh? Those who don't pay their workers still think they're

from her room, "You're my aunt. If you don't help me, who

into the company, do you think you'd be living the good life you have now? I'm telling you. You must talk to my dad and get

frantic as she yelled into the phone. Whatever the conversation had

made it clear to Jaxon who

Limping, he

sitting at her vanity, back