Chapter 647:

Without hesitation, Matias and Saul stepped forward like enforcers carrying out a sentence. They each seized one of Judie’s arms and wrenched her down, forcing her to her knees on the grass.

“Let me go!” she shrieked, thrashing against their grip.

“Do you have any idea who I am? My family will never let you get away with this!” But the crowd had already shifted sides, and the weight of power was no longer in her hands.

Nate let out a soft laugh, his voice dripping with mockery.

“And what makes you think the Seymour family would risk offending me for you?” The words slammed into her like a fist to the gut. Judie froze. The fight drained from her limbs as her mind went blank, her pupils shaking. Desperation clawed at her chest. Instinctively, she scanned the crowd, searching for Quentin—her last lifeline. But he was not there.

Her stomach lurched. She knew exactly what that meant.

in the younger generation, while the girls were few and treated like delicate ornaments—cherished

skilled at winning people over. For years, she had lived in Fatima’s shadow,

when Fatima married far away that Judie finally had a chance to step

her a smooth path forward, a well-matched marriage, and had assured her that she would never suffer hardship. But

adventure awaits at

Quentin would not lift a finger to save her, why would

veins. Her face drained

weightless—as Saul and Matias shoved her head to the ground. Saul’s grip tightened on

Holland!” His voice

and ruthlessly efficient—there was no room for resistance. He was not the type to

fleeting moment, Judie clenched her teeth, pride warring with reality. But the weight of the situation crushed her. Finally, she gave in, her voice

Miss Holland,

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