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"That's to quickly find Baby Robbie a girlfriend before the sisters even mention anything. This way, none of the sisters will get hurt," Whitney suggested. Jenson shook his head. "Even if this is a good idea, I'm afraid Baby Robbie won't agree to it."

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Whitney instantly understood him and stealthily opened the car door. She leaped and jumped across the villa's courtyard wall.

Jenson followed closely from behind.

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"Take a good look in the mirror, Roxie. How much longer do you think you can live anyway? If you even have the slightest bit of wit, take your jewelry out and hand it over as the family's additional expenses. Perhaps we'll consider you one of the Banners then and allow you to die with dignity."

Jenson and Whitney's faces were ashen with anger.

Whitney impulsively wanted to dash forward but Jens

and said, "Let's continue

around, Jens looked for

slightly weaker voice." Heh, none

"Do you think that just because you have the Areses' support, you can get carried away, Roxie Banners?! I'll have you know that the Areses have sent a couple of servants over a few times but they were all sent away by us. I'm telling you now that if you continue being this way, your life will only

I'm their own. The reason they got the servants to come for a visit is that they're certain you people won't dare to mistreat me and they believe I can protect

let my foster parents be worried about me, so 'm refusing to contact them. However,

keep bragging, then. Don't forget that you're still Charles Banners' biological daughter. Now that you're home, the Areses can't care less about your life or death. Just give us the passcode

simply could not stand idly

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Bebe, widened their eyes in fury. "Who do you think you are? Why

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