Rebirth vs. Rebirth: Tragedy to Triumph

ebirth vs. Rebirth: Tragedy to Triumph.

Chapter 161 The Crumbling Hopel

Violeta recalled when she had taunted Hattie during their last gaming session.

Imagining her upcoming meeting with Hattie, she wondered who would be embarrassed.

“Whatever. If they come, they come. It’s got nothing to do with us.”

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Liam, glancing at the rain splattering against the window. He never thought the island would sink, but here they were.

At first, he didn’t want to run into them, but now it seemed unavoidable.

Niall tried to case their concerns. “Rest assured. Hattie, her brother, and the other servants from the island will stay in the house next to the villa. Once the rain stops, they’ll leave. Our staff will bring them meals daily so they won’t hol

That’s a relief, Liam replied.

As the White Sunset docked, Hattie was so emotionally overwhelmed that her tears threatened to fall. “Benson, look at that enormous yacht! Dad must have sent Niall to rescue us. Let’s hurry and get on board.”

They boarded the White Sunset together with the other servants on the island.

Hattie had been pondering how they’d managed to get on the yacht before, but she never expected to board it in such a sorry state.

Although she was embarrassed, a flicker of pride ignited within her.

Once aboard, Hattie wasted no time. She struck poses from every angle, snapping photos and pairing them with haughty captions before posting them online.

Before they arrived at the island, she crafted a plan. As soon as she saw Niall, she’d chat with him, aiming to leave the best possible impression, maybe even charm him.

on a waterproof full–face makeup look in the yacht room, hoping to appear

her excitement plummeted. Niall was nowhere in

“Where’s Niall?*

answered, “Mr. Niall isn’t here.

the shabby shuttle bus before her. Meanwhile, many servants beside her and

on the island, it was inevitable for them to squeeze with the servants. The thought of squeezing in with the drenched, sour smelly servants with her good dress made

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here. You can squeeze enough in these three buses. We don’t have the luxury ones for you to pick and choose. Unless you want to wait here while we take them and come back for you.”

Hattie was speechless.

her, “Hattie, just get on the bus.”

more afraid of being left alone.

wind and rain are so strong.

“Fine.”

climb into the shuttle with Benson.

closer, her

grew.

suddenly veered

Aren’t we

arranged for you to

“What?!”

was taken aback and immensely disappointed.

but it meant she couldn’t see

We don’t need to stay in the small

through the rearview mirror, rolling his eyes.