As soon as they stepped out of the room, the entire Villamonte entourage immediately came into view. The bodyguards were there, the drivers, and most importantly—Levie, the fiancée-wannabe who practically did a daily casting call just to become “Mrs. Villamonte.” Hands on her waist—clearly flaunting her branded outfit—she stared at Roxane with eyes sharp enough to slice through glass. Her look practically screamed, "You're fired." She stared at Roxane from head to toe, raising an eyebrow with a “victorious smirk”—the kind of smile that said, “You should’ve been gone, I should’ve been the one with him.” Every tilt of Levie’s chin and arch of her eyebrow seemed to say, “You can’t do anything, maid. Everything is already planned.” But Roxane? Untouched. Even if she could feel the tension, she stood straight—projecting like a beauty queen at an airport. “If this is a staring battle, sorry Levie—you’re not the only one who can fight,” she whispered to herself, forcing an innocent smil
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