Suddenly, Ron Batton and Xyla Quest became the center of attention in the hall.

"Xyla, look at how well your in-laws treat you... Tens of millions of dollars are nothing as long as you like the sculptures."

"That's right. Sir Batton really is a generous man."

"I'd wake up laughing if I were you."

Once again, Emily Quest had turned invisible in the crowd.

All the things that the Sullivan family had bought for her were simply insignificant compared to the Batton family's.

Grief thrummed through Emily's veins when the light around her gradually faded.

She would never be able to shine in Xyla's presence.

She had been living in Xyla's shadow since they were kids, except for the time when Xyla was fat and hideous.

Smiling awkwardly at the babbling crowd, Xyla secretly tugged at Ron's right sleeve and whispered, "Grandpa, why are you doing this? I think they're nice, but that doesn't mean I want them..."

lovely grin, then inched closer to whisper in her ears. "I know what's going on between you and

rose in Xyla's stomach instantaneously, filling her

always looked out for her as if she was his

have to do this..."

spend my money on you. Even if you want to bring all the sculptures home, I'd be

Xyla walked arm in arm to the trading office under

as they left, the entire

the right man indeed. Her status in the Batton family is

the apple of the Batton family's eye. Everyone is spoiling her like a

being part of the wealthy family and enjoying that kind of treatment from them... What did Xyla

was not a single woman who did not envy Xyla whenever they

split

resentment and hatred toward her sister were only

her anger soon dissipated when she thought of the conversation between Stanley Batton and Ron that night. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ

her frustration, she glared coldly at Xyla's receding back and nudged Emily. "Let's go to settle our

Sullivan, who had been acting like

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