Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 271 Delusions

Only three women were left on the lawn. Unlike Patricia, Camila didn’t have any profound thoughts about the situation. Instead, she rolled her eyes and complained, “What’s so fun about archery? My hands hurt!”

Patricia responded coldly, “I told you that you’d only drag Mr. Swanson down. Ms. Jackson, you need to have some self–awareness. What’s the point of forcibly taking something? If you can’t handle it, then you can’t handle it. In the end, you’ll still lose,”

This remark wasn’t just about archery. It also hinted at relationships with men.

Camila was not being entirely foolish. She caught the underlying meaning

“You

she snapped, turning sharply to face Patricia. But Patricia stood there casually. She held an umbrella with one hand and crossed her arms.

Sunlight bathed her, highlighting her legs, which were so fair they reflected the light

Patricia’s beauty was dazzling, Camila suddenly realized that having Patricia hold the umbrella for her, initially intended as a humiliation, had backfired Standing together, Camila only ended up embarrassing herself.

Camila was already furious with Patricia. She was further enraged by her sarcastic tone. She pushed her hard. “You wretch! How dare you stand beside me.”

to push her, caught off guard. She was pushed back a few steps and

could respond, Camila launched in to

pretending to be so cultured! I know your character. You think a pretty face can temporarily dazzle a man, and you start imagining yourself as their queen? You’re

retorted coldly, “Camila, have you lost your

what? You were under Mr. Middleton’s protection before too, weren’t you?” Camila sneered,

everything. I’ve done my research. You started with Bryan, and when he got tired of you, he passed you to Mr. Middleton. Now that he’s bored of you too, he’s moved on

tired of her soon enough, whether It’s Ms. Hoven or

both. I came from the Jackson family, a true heiress of noble birth. I’m matched perfectly with Bryan. To put it bluntly, you

looked at her with a smirk.

remained silent. Her expression was unchanged as she twisted open the bottle of

only confirmed that she had hit a

further inferior compared to Ma. Allen. In our presence, you two only had the role of holding umbrellas for us. Competing with us on the same stage? You two

beside her, suddenly grabbed the bow leaning against the bench before fitting an arrow, drawing the string, and swiftly aiming

with cold menace in the sunlight, sharp

burned pale. She instinctively stepped back, only to have Patricia grab her

Her eyes widened with fear because just three inches away was