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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?"

by their fists. His rage,

the time Jaxon managed to drag his battered

two of the maids had already been driven

the kitchen, stubbornly holding out

After all, nothing

Winona didn't even bother to ask what happened. She turned her face away, as cold as

the cook had the nerve to give him attitude, Jaxon fumed, "Fuck off! If you're going to work, work properly. If not,

the Larkin family's glory days. What

snorted, "Pay me what you owe, and I'm

when she got paid, they treated them

snorted

a damn shame, huh? Those who

voice coming from her room, "You're my

getting you into the company, do you think you'd be living the good life

she yelled into the phone. Whatever the conversation had been, she was clearly

clear to Jaxon who Ursula was

he went to

her sitting at her vanity, back to the door, engrossed in her call, oblivious