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Chapter 72

Hera’s words undeniably provoked Queenie.

“Someone, get this wretch out of here,” Queenie called for a maid while James quickly approached.

“Mrs Gaskell, please calm down. I’ll handle this.”

James didn’t want Hera to be kicked out of the Gaskell residence in front of so

so many elites as it would tamish the Everett family’s reputation.

“You’re too audacious, Heral Who asked you to come? James led Hera forcefully to the backyard.

He knew Hera was a nuisance and never intended to bring her along. But she managed to come anyway.

Without waiting for Hera’s reply, he pointed to a path. “There’s a back door here. Get out of here immediately!”

his beel and headed back

when she was with the Killians, she attended a family banquet

worked late into the night to prepare for Albert to fall to the floor. Not only did Queenie not apologize, but she also dirtied Daphne’s dress, resulting in

pig grunts sounded from

head out of the greenery. It grunted twice at her before disappearing back into the bushes

trailed after Tiramisu for a while.

Their backyard was an expansive garden, stretching to a small grove at the end. It was filled

around the bed of dry leaves and unearthed something. Hera picked it up. It was a bunny hairpin

one Isabella used to wear on her head. It seemed Isabella’s

up, and

but finding

She then gracefully approached queenie to

was a perfectionist who couldn’t tolerate any flaws. Quernde must be turning that she was publicly exposed for wearing

was stopped by the butler before she could

I’m sorry, but Mrs. Gaskell doesn’t wish to

watched Queenie engage in lively conversation with the guests, ignoring

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