Jefferson City was in an uproar due to one shocking headline. The affluent Warren family, who had arranged a marriage for their sons years ago, had revealed that the bride-to-be was a country girl.Adding more fuel to the fire, the Warrens—a family with five exceedingly handsome and outstanding sons—allowed the country girl to choose any of the five sons as her fiancé.The news shocked everyone, and before long, the media unearthed a picture of the woman. In the photo, she was chubby and had a dark complexion, looking like a typical country bumpkin. Netizens ridiculed her, claiming she was unworthy of the Warren boys.Meanwhile, in a run-down small town about a hundred kilometers away from Jefferson City, three luxury cars pulled up to the front of a modest, self-built house. Out of those cars stepped five incredibly handsome men, creating quite the spectacle.As soon as he exited the car, the youngest, Marcus Warren, voiced his disdain. "I think I'm going to be sick. This place is

After some pleasantries, Stephen took Yaslyn to see her room. It was spacious and brightly lit, elegantly decorated with luxurious details. Stephen asked, "Yaslyn, are you satisfied with how the room is arranged? If you're not, I can have it redecorated to your liking." "Mr. Warren, I really like it. Thank you," Yaslyn replied, looking at the man in front of her with mixed emotions. Yaslyn had met Stephen several times in her childhood, and he had always been kind to her. Her late father came to mind as she thought about that, and her expression turned somber. "You must be tired after the journey," Stephen continued. "Rest for now, and I'll call you when dinner is ready." Yaslyn nodded and returned to her room to tidy up her belongings. After dinner, Stephen sat with Yaslyn on the sofa, chatted, and subsequently handed her a credit card. "Yaslyn, take this card. Let my boys take you around Jefferson City tomorrow. Buy whatever you want," Stephen offered. "Mr. Warren, than

The journey back home was silent, both of them refraining from voicing their doubts. As soon as they stepped through the door, Sophie's ominous voice emanated from the living room."It seems like she's already taken to gallivanting about late at night after only a second day in Jefferson City. I wonder who she's been keeping company with. How could a woman like her marry my son?"At her words, Stephen furrowed his brow. He trusted Yaslyn but was worried about her safety. As he was about to make a call to check on her, he spotted Yaslyn entering the house with Xoan."So, it was Yaslyn and Xoan all along."Xoan remained silent, neither confirming nor denying the statement. Stephen chuckled and said, "Yaslyn, regarding the marriage, I plan for you to spend time with each of my five sons in turn. When the time comes, you can decide who suits you best and settle the matter, okay?"Yaslyn nodded, her face neutral. "Alright, Mr. Warren."Despite her dissatisfaction, Sophie knew she coul

Upon returning home, Xoan was greeted by a lively scene in the living room. The other four members of the Warren family, including Sophie, were there. A young woman who appeared to be around Yaslyn's age was seated on the sofa. She was dressed in a tailored suit dress, presenting the image of a well-bred, rich lady. "Is that Xoan I see? Come sit down. Zaylee just returned to the country today and came straight here after landing," Sophie said cheerfully.The young woman, Zaylee, rose to greet Xoan with a warm smile. Xoan responded casually, his lack of enthusiasm causing her smile to falter slightly. However, she quickly recovered and turned her attention to Yaslyn."Are you Yaslyn? Hi! I'm Zaylee Ford. I grew up with Xoan and the others. From now on, consider us friends. If you ever find yourself bored in Jefferson City, feel free to reach out," she beamed, her eyes twinkling.From their earlier conversation, Zaylee had gathered that Yaslyn was quite beautiful. However, she had not

It was well known that Yaslyn would have an allergic reaction upon contact with jade, a fact underscored by the absence of any symptoms on her hands before the incident. To any discerning observer, it was clear that someone was attempting to frame Yaslyn.Just then, Yaslyn, unperturbed, voiced her query. "Alright, I've said my piece. Now, it's my turn to ask. Mrs. Warren, why did you transfer two hundred thousand dollars to Nancy yesterday?"Taken aback, both Nancy and Sophie blurted out, "What are you talking about?"Yaslyn displayed an image on her phone of a transaction record showcasing a substantial sum transferred from Sophie's account to Nancy."I did my research, and a maid's salary is around thirty thousand dollars. So, why did Mrs. Warren transfer two hundred thousand dollars to Nancy?" Yaslyn knew full well that a mere maid would not frame her without a compelling reason. Indeed, as she suspected, the true instigator was evident when she looked into Nancy's finances. I