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.

resist beautiful things, and Aubree was no

this gown meant anything to her, it was because it brought

about wearing something stunning, walking into

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said, “It’s custom made. But if you don’t like it, I

love it,” Aubree muimured, her

dress. She loved that

the gown’s smooth fabric. From the stitching

Bowen wouldn’t see the emotion brimming in

reappeared, everyone

showed off her delicate collarbones, and the flowing skirt hugged her silhouette just right. Her long hair was

red carpet, Miss Miller,” Samson said, ears

just her looks. It was

Ethan

quiet

a gentleman. “Miss, may I

and placed her hand in his. “I suppose I’ll

restaurant had been reserved in advance. Bowen had spared no expense. He’d booked out Rithol City’s most prestigious hotel,

led Aubree to the

to ask why, he looked at her with a soft smile.

her hand and

open the

went off, and colorful ribbons

“Happy birthday, Aubree!”

tell us

Miller, next time you owe

T

Aubree was speechless. Matilda, Alvin, her teammates from the esports club, and her colleagues

here.

everyone who mattered

Matilda said dramatically, waving the gift box in her hand. “Guess

take the

Aubree snatched it and hugged it tightly. “You were already planning to give

Matilda laughed.

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her awkwardly. “If it weren’t

was still the same proud, awkward

And thanks to your uncle

turned

around, each presenting