Upon returning to the Rosewood Manor, Maja booted up her laptop and checked the chatter on social media.

Some blamed Shawn, others blamed her, but most were blaming the Star Movie Group.

The mother of an autistic child, who had posted an online article, was even planning a press conference later in the day, accusing Star Movie Group of not reaching out to her.

Maja got hold of the mother’s contact number and made an initial call.

The woman didn’t pick up.

Having tested the waters, Maja hung up.

She then instructed her staff at Rosewood Manor to track the parents of the autistic child and to locate the whereabouts of Linda and her entourage.

After leaving the BlueSky Bar the previous night, the rich kids had moved into a villa bought by Judith in Greenfield.

The villa was staffed with servants to cater to their every whim, as the rich kids partied hard.

Maja was vaguely aware of the more liberal customs in North America, where policies were much more relaxed.

She drummed her fingers on the desk, just as her phone pinged with a new message, from Judith.

[I told you, without Ian, you’re nothing. But even without Ian, I’m still the high and mighty princess of the Sanders family.]

[Maja, some people are born lowly. Your incarcerated parents and brother have already destined you for a dirty future. Stop struggling, no one can save you.]

Maja ignored these two messages.

a.m., as the rich kids continued their revelry in Judith’s villa, Judith herself visited Dylan. She always played the pitiful act around her big brother, ensuring he remained resolute in seeking revenge for

picked up

“Maja?”

apologetic, “I’ve been at my brother’s villa lately. He doesn’t want me

asked

my brother for a

have

always busy with work. The only person he’s close with

was causing

apologized to Beck, then casually

Judith? It always seemed to

like a bolt of lightning, leaving him

most naïve among the Sanders family,

“What do you mean?”

trouble in the Sanders family. Regardless of what she did, they would never like

was planted, Beck

Sanders, could it be that

“Maja!”

her name, immediately feeling the sharp gaze of his

hanging

a suit, exuded

returned and threw herself

all at my villa, it’s so noisy. Can I stay here for a

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