Sarah Vance turned and fled. She didn't just walk; she ran as if a pack of wolves were at her heels, ducking into a dark, narrow alleyway. She pressed herself into a corner, sinking to the cold ground, and finally let out a jagged, gut-wrenching sob.Once, she had been the pride of Haicheng—a woman of peerless grace and untouchable status. Now, she was a wreck, hiding in shadows because she couldn't bear for him to see her like this. He had returned, and of all the moments for their paths to cross, he had witnessed her pawning a worn-out relic of a failed love for grocery money.He must be laughing at me, she thought, her nails digging into her palms. The proud Sarah Vance, reduced to a beggar.By the time she gathered the strength to stand, her limbs were numb. When she finally peered out from the alley, the charcoal-grey Rolls-Royce was gone. The street was empty, but the ghost of that sharp, piercing gaze remained, unsettling her soul.The Matriarch’s SpoilsAt the Vance ancestral
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