Chapter 1181:

Yet, no amount of composure could quell the bitter taste climbing up her throat. It churned inside her, sour and raw.

Across the Independent Continent, Nate stood unmatched. No one, not even Moses, Zack, or Herbert, could rival his status.

And as for looks? No man in the region held a candle to him. His admirers were countless. Rumors always swirled around him, but that didn’t stop the endless line of women eager to catch his eye.

When Rosalie saw those pampered, influential girls tossed out of Nate’s sphere of influence like mere trifles, she felt only disdain.

Their families were prestigious, sure, but still far beneath Nate’s towering lineage.

A man like him—one who was born at the pinnacle of power—would never be easily swayed by affection.

He was a ruler by nature, someone whose gaze rarely fell below his own stature. To him, love was nothing more than a fragile, fleeting concept. Or so she thought.

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forced a smile, dropping her eyes to hide the turmoil

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