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.

that miserable, penniless girl anymore. You think I’d forget all the hurt just because you showed up with a kind word or two? What, do you think I can’t afford

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

day for you. Why

Aubree snapped, “No way!”

a word,

people watching. If you make a scene now, it’s the Wilson family

how much trouble your family’s caused lately, maybe a little more won’t make a

then burned red with

venomous glare–never had anyone grated on his

Wilson family–especially

daggers at Bowen. In the past, he had only been so accommodating to Bowen because he thought that as long

right now, nothing mattered more to Ronald than getting

been more obvious–Bowen had

years ago, he had returned Aubree to them, but they did not appreciate her. Now that they realized her worth and

advance and handed it to Aubree. “I got