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CHAPTER 48

Author: Olivia GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-21 02:44:36

Genevieve’s POV

When I came to pick up my brother, Michael, I was the image of sweetness and grace—the picture-perfect daughter.

I immediately spotted him outside the gates of his massive hilltop estate, so I quickly plastered a bright smile on my face.

"Michael!" I called out, waving both hands.

"Genevieve," he said with a warm smile, pulling me into a hug the moment I reached him.

I clung to his arm with all the practiced sweetness I’d learned to wield.

"It’s so good to see you!” Then I feigned concern. “You look tired. I’m sorry you had to have bothered you."

"Don’t be ridiculous. I’m always happy to see you and to help you in any way."

God, he really was the perfect older brother. Doting, loyal, and blinded.

“Come inside for a while,” he invited warmly. “The house has missed you.”

A servant greeted us just beyond the entrance, bowing slightly. "Miss Genevieve, welcome back. Shall I prepare your usual jasmine tea?"

"Yes, please, Henry," I said. I loved being adored like this—dote
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