The Queen They Buried

Chapter 254

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“Aubree, we’re not here for Carmen. We came for you. Are you done with your exam? It’s not that I didn’t want to drop you off this morning–it just took me a while to track down which exam hall you were in,” Ronald said.

He hesitated, reaching out slightly as if to pat Aubree’s shoulder, then quickly withdrew his hand, clearly afraid of upsetting her.

“Aubree, your place is pretty far from the exam hall, and you didn’t even hire a driver. So Dad and I went ahead and booked you a presidential suite at the nearest hotel, and we’ve arranged for our family driver to take you to all your exams over the next few days. Why don’t you join us for lunch first, then head back to the hotel to get some rest?” Bryan said.

Aubree was speechless. ‘Sure, I didn’t hire a private driver, but it’s not like I can’t afford a car service to get me to the exam hall for a few days. If this were my previous life, I’d be thrilled to see them caring like this. But now? Please. I’ve got my own money. I don’t need their scraps.

Aubree rolled her eyes and snapped, “You guys are the only ones moved by what you’re doing.

hurt just because you showed up with a kind word or two? What, do you think I

left speechless by her words. They thought their attempts at reconciliation would win her over,

a big day for you. Why don’t

Aubree snapped, “No way!”

she could say a word, Bowen stepped

and said sharply, “Mr. Wilson, there are plenty of people watching. If you make a scene now, it’s the

family’s caused lately, maybe a little more

turned ghostly, then burned red

a venomous glare–never had anyone grated on his nerves this

family–especially Ronald–Bowen had become absolutely

stared daggers at Bowen. In the past, he had only been so accommodating to Bowen because he thought that as long as he could forge a connection with the Turner family, raising Aubree

right now, nothing mattered more to Ronald than getting Aubree

absolutely refused to believe that someone like Bowen could genuinely fall for an 18–year–old girl. To Ronald, it could not have been more obvious–Bowen had set his sights on Aubree, seeing

was not bothered in the slightest by their glares. If anything, their irritation only made him more smug. Three years ago, he had returned Aubree to them, but they did not appreciate her. Now that they realized

bouquet he had prepared in advance and handed it to Aubree. “I got held up picking your flowers–hope