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..."

inched closer to whisper in her ears. "I know

Xyla's stomach instantaneously, filling

her as

to

worry about it. I'm happy to spend my money on you. Even if you want to bring all the sculptures home, I'd be happy to do so,"

in arm to the trading office

the entire hall

right man indeed. Her status in the Batton

family's eye. Everyone is spoiling her

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

a single woman who did

split Emily's

were only

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adoration toward Xyla had triggered Bailey Ronson too. Swallowing down her frustration, she glared coldly at Xyla's receding back and nudged

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