The Queen They Buried

Chapter 68

The Wilson family’s birthday party was about to begin.

Guests were arriving one after another, but there was still no sign of Aubree.

Ronald’s face darkened. Even when Wendy came to report to him, he still couldn’t believe Aubree really remained unmoved by the conditions he had offered.

It seemed she didn’t care about becoming legally independent from them at all.

He thought he was aiming to take over the entire Wilson family. At most, he could restore her inheritance rights, but anything more was out of the question.

While Ronald was secretly considering further lowering his bottom line, the bodyguards he had sent to look for Aubree returned. They wore uneasy expressions and seemed hesitant to speak. Aubree didn’t care about the birthday party at all.

One of them said, “Mr. Wilson, Miss Miller… she is celebrating her birthday.”

Then, there was a sound of a glass shattering.

“Good, very good!” Ronald’s face turned red with fury. “That ungrateful girl! Is she trying to embarrass me?”

He had announced that the party would celebrate both daughters. If Aubree didn’t want to attend, he could have made excuses. The family was holding a party for her, but she chose to celebrate with others. That felt like a slap in his face.

The bodyguards kept their heads down, not daring to reply.

“Fine! Let her be! Our family is doing fine without her!” Ronald raged. “Daxton said it best. She was born lowly, and if kindness doesn’t work, then we’ll deal with her the hard way!”

Aubree knew nothing about what was happening in the Wilson family household.

That afternoon, just as she left the office, she was whisked away by Ethan and Samson, who had been waiting for her. She asked where they were going, but both only grinned and refused to answer.

“You arranged this?” Aubree asked, surprised when they stopped at a high–end styling studio.

Walking in, she was met with the sight of Bowen, dressed flamboyantly in an ink–wash–inspired outfit, looking every bit like a peacock in full display.

“Yeah. I wanted to surprise you, though I guess it’s more of a shock,” he said with an apologetic smile.

Beside him stood a clothing rack covered with black fabric. It was hiding a dress.

“Not exactly a shock,” Aubree replied, trying to sound calm, though her heart was pounding. It seemed he was planning to celebrate her birthday.

“Get dressed and made up. Tonight, you’re the star and you need to shine brightest,” he said, eyes full of affection. He couldn’t hide his emotions. They

were written all over his face.

He hoped tonight’s arrangements would make her/happy.

With one motion, he pulled off the cover, revealing a dress.

it hard to resist beautiful things,

to her, it was because it brought

something stunning, walking into a room, and drawing everyone’s

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custom made. But if you don’t like it, I also had some designer labels send

it,” Aubree muimured, her eyes glistening

just the dress. She loved that

gown’s smooth fabric. From the stitching to the subtle embroidery, everything, screamed craftsmanship and

she murmured, turning away so Bowen wouldn’t see the emotion

Aubree reappeared,

that gown, she was divine. The off–shoulder cut showed off her delicate collarbones, and the flowing skirt hugged her silhouette just right. Her long hair was curled loosely and swept to one side,

a red carpet,

It was the quiet

stunning,” Ethan added

the usually quiet Zachary said,

gentleman. “Miss, may I take

Aubree smiled and placed her

Rithol City’s most

Aubree to the door

he looked at her with

released her hand and motioned toward

open the

went off, and colorful ribbons floated down

“Happy birthday, Aubree!”

didn’t tell us it

time you

T

you…” Aubree was speechless. Matilda, Alvin, her teammates from the esports club, and her

here.

invited everyone

we were friends,” Matilda said dramatically, waving the gift box in her hand. “Guess I

to take

it and hugged it tightly. “You were

Matilda laughed.

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awkwardly. “If it weren’t for Uncle

the same

thanks to

turned

around, each presenting