Chapter 567:

Ethan shook his head, showing disinterest in Rosie’s intentions. He was only concerned about Brenna’s well-being.

“Why don’t you rest for a bit? I’ll wake you at seven,” he suggested gently. “And don’t worry about dinner; you can have anything you like. After all, this is my hotel.”

Brenna paused to think for a moment. “Anything’s fine, really. I’m not picky.”

Brenna thought Rosie and Maxley had left, but as she made her way to the trade forum after breakfast, she spotted Rosie again, lingering casually in the restaurant downstairs.

“Congratulations. You are about to become Maxley’s wife soon,” Brenna said, her tone laced with irony.

was tinged with triumph. “Ah, you’re sharper than I gave you credit for. Once I become his wife, rest assured, you’ll be well looked after. We are family, after

catching the morning sunlight and reflecting golden hues so intense that they were

business gala happening in three days. Prince Maxley mentioned that many high society women are invited. The gala, it seems, is a guise for selecting

superiority, seeing Brenna as a nobody. It wasn’t that long ago that Rosie had been living under the Harper family’s roof because of their kindness. But now, with the prospect of becoming Prince Maxley’s wife, she envisioned a future where the Harper family would seek her

spark in her eyes, Rosie contemplated the downfall she would orchestrate for Brenna. The moment she ascended as the

their way—her idea of mercy. The thought alone washed away years of indignities she had suffered at their hands, replacing bitterness with sweet anticipation. Looking at Brenna now, she felt Brenna was not so

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shed her polite mask right

ultimately fail. Although not closely connected to the royal family of Plieca, she had

Harper name—a family among the top twenty of Vanland’s elite—but with her parents gone and her having only a modest inheritance, her chances of becoming

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