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I couldn't fathom why Jennie had brought me to a place like this. Suddenly, she flung a bunch of keys at my face, catching me off guard. "Here," she said with a smile. “What is it for?" I was bewildered as I asked her with a surprised tone. "It's ours now," she replied. "I don't want that despicable woman, who calls herself your wife, to ever disturb us again," she added with a hateful tone. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It seemed that Jennie had taken some drastic steps to ensure our privacy and happiness. As I looked around the mansion, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder.

"And his date, who is she? She's absolutely gorgeous. It's like she stepped out of a fairy tale, a mix of queen and princess!" "Is she the next big thing, groomed by some entertainment tycoon, debuting at Victoria Garden House today? Just imagine, rubbing shoulders with the elite here could pave her way to stardom, as long as she steers clear of any bad deals." "Could be! However, what if she's the elusive Ms. Foster?" "No chance! Ms. Foster, the heiress of the Foster dynasty, wouldn't fly under the radar. Just look at her, clinging to Mr. James Foster like she's his shadow..."

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

It was almost 12:00 am She saved the document and closed it, feeling a small sense of satisfaction. Then, instead of shutting the laptop completely, she clicked around absentmindedly. Old files. Archived links. Things she hadn’t looked at in a long time. That was when she saw it. An old headline, saved in a forgotten folder. She clicked. The article loaded, and she laughed under her breath almost immediately. WILFRED HEIRESS CAUSES STIR AT RACING EVENT — Sources Say Billionaire’s Daughter ‘Unapologetically Reckless’

1. That realization shook the heiresses. They were thunderstruck. These ladies were fighting over one man. This was unreal. Hazel took a deep breath. "I can't believe women of their caliber would fight over one guy. Insane." "Ms. Laurent's the mayor's daughter and the woman of many people's dreams. She might be young, but everyone in the elite circle knows about her. “There are at least dozens of wealthy heirs waiting to ask for her hand in marriage after she graduates, and that's only what I know."

"Did you just… hit me?" "Already lost a few brain cells from the impact?" I sneered and shook my hand to chase away the numbness. "Let this remind you who I am, dumbass. I'm the true heiress of the Blanc family. I wasn't adopted like Bella, so why the hell is she wearing my engagement dress?!" [4-Star Madness. Reward: 30,000,000 dollars.] Cha-ching. The rush was intoxicating, and so was the sudden jump in my bank balance.

Of course, I didn’t mention the garage full of luxury vehicles from my father, my cousin Sabastien, and my own car that I now drive. Also, my last statement is true in all ramifications. Heather is a broke mouse when it comes to wealth comparison between us. Heather’s expression shifts to one of even deeper contempt. She clearly thinks I am a low–level wolf pretending to be wealthy, when in reality, I am simply being modest about my actual status as the White heiress. Thanks to the Moon goddess, Philip didn’t come out with us. All of this would have made him laugh so hard. “Let’s order, everyone pick what you like,” I suggest, smoothly changing the subject.

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

This time, he didn’t even bother to respond. A few days later, an online mini-series titled “Love in the World of the Elite” suddenly went viral. The plot revolved around the heir of a real estate empire who was rescued from a car accident by a humble young woman. Love blossomed between the two. However, the female lead’s modest background made her an unfit match, and the male lead’s wealthy family vehemently opposed the relationship. After overcoming countless obstacles, the couple finally broke free of societal expectations and found their happily ever after.