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Humiliated to the core, the Jordans were so ashamed that they wanted to dig a hole and hide deep in it. They felt so ashamed as though there was no way to get out of the mess. Even Joey and Adam were utterly disappointed, hurt, and shocked. None of them went to defend Tiffany. Madam Cabell went ham on Tiffany as she shook her vehemently, “Say something! Look at that fake look of yours! Return the jade to me, and return the engagement ring to us! The Cabells will never have a woman like you as our daughter-in-law!” Tiffany was shaken vigorously as her cheeks burned in pain. Her world had crumbled at that point as all eyes glared at her with hatred and disgust. No… This was not supposed to happen. It should have been Charmine who was embarrassed! It should have been Charmine at the receiving end of these glares, not her! She worked so hard to regain her reputation and worked hard to this point to marry Julian. She could not be ruined—not again. Panicked, she rushed to Julian

The car door flung open as Chris’ little head popped out from inside the car. “Mommy, Mommy, come here! The reporters are going to come after you and demand interviews!” Charmine snapped out of her mini trance and went into the car. Luke was behind the steering wheel, Anthony sat at the back, and Chris in the middle. Looking at the position they sat in, it was apparent that they did not leave. They waited for her the entire time! Charmine felt a sting in her nose as she recalled her stillborn, and she turned to look at Chris. Unable to hold back her emotions, she took Chris into her arms. “Is Mommy alright?” asked Chris. “It’s nothing… Let Mommy hug you for a while.” Charmine held Chris tightly as she hid her face in his shoulder and gently closed her eyes. She needed to calm down, and the soft and plump Chris worked miracles in soothing her mind. Anthony’s face sank a little. Was Chris’ shoulder more comfortable than his? He got more and more jealous of Chris recently. T

At Royal Banquet Bar, inside a private room... The room was pitch black with no lights, and Julian sat on the floor as wine bottles stood on the table in front of him. He drank one after another, amassing wine bottles around him. With bloodshot eyes, the aura he emitted was cold and distant, and with every mouthful of wine, he recalled memories of a much younger Tiffany. He remembered how—as he first laid eyes on her in the Jordan mansion—he told himself that Tiffany was the Snow White from a fairy tale, and he wanted to be her Prince. He was, much to his chagrin back then, paired with the ugly and rough-looking Charmine due to the Cabells’ and Jordans’ arrangement. Despite his distaste of Charmine, he kept his mouth should and pretended to go along with it as he had no right to speak up or object. Gradually, he and Tiffany secretly started their relationship—he had always loved and cherished her. Even when he found out that Tiffany was not actually blood-related to the Jordans

Charmine swiftly avoided his touch and took a few steps backward. Julian was transfixed. After a moment, he smiled bitterly. “I know you hate me, and I'd be lying if I say it’s not my fault. I had a thought today that if I could go back in time, if I had another chance, it’ll all be different today... However, it’s not too late yet.” With that, he took out a wedding ring and knelt on one knee in front of Charmine. “Charmine, marry me. I’ll agree to whatever you ask for. If you want me to be your witness to send Tiffany to jail, I’ll do that. If you want a prenup, we’ll go get one. Just as long as you agree to marry me.” He was obviously drunk, but his face was determined. At that moment, he only had one thought: Marry Charmine, no matter what it took! He wanted to have closure for all the mistakes he made throughout the years. This was the only way to make up for the huge mistake and regret. He also believed that after everything that he said, Charmine would agree. However…

Anthony was working on the laptop, and from where he sat, Charmine could clearly see the screen of his laptop. The screen showed photos of her walking out from Royal Banquet Bar and some images of Julian. Did Anthony send his men to follow after her? Anthony heard the door open and quickly turned to see Charmine. He frowned and quietly closed his laptop. “You’re home.” Charmine nodded and locked the door behind her after she entered. Nonchalantly, she said, “I saw it.” Had Charmine seen everything? Anthony frowned. Had Charmine seen the images on his laptop and knew he had his men following her? Still… He disregarded that and inspected Charmine thoroughly. “You changed clothes?” His voice deep and almost demanding, his gaze cold like a lion sizing up his territory. Charmine was going to question him first; she did not expect Anthony to question her instead. Thinking of her interaction with Julian, she felt strangely guilty. “Bumped into a dog,” came Charmine’s rep