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    Compared to Vivien, Norah was someone they actually trusted. She’d grown up in this circle. Her reputation was solid.


    Norah was a member of the Russell family, while Vivien was merely Hugh’s almost-stepdaughter. No one could say for sure whether the Briggs family would ever officially ept her.


    “I forgot to introduce myself,” Freya said atst, her voice cool and steady. “I’m Freya Briggs, Hugh Briggs’s daughter.”


    A hush fell over the room.


    She was Hugh’s daughter? But wasn’t Ethel his only daughter?


    “Are you Ethel’s elder sister?” someone asked—an adorable girl standing nearby with wide eyes.


    “Yes,” Freya answered simply.


    The girl lit up, hurrying over with a bright grin.


    “I’m Celia Scott. I’m friends with Ethel! She’s mentioned an elder sister before, but we’d never met you!”


    Freya’s quiet deration had done its job—she was now seen for who she truly was.


    Celia’s words cemented it.


    Suddenly, the same people who had been whispering behind her back were stumbling over themselves to introduce themselves.


    That was how this world worked. Without power, you were invisible.


    But with it? Even if you stood in silence, people still came flocking.


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    Freya had flipped the entire room with a single sentence.


    Vivien stood stiffly to the side, watching the very people who had rallied behind her now buzzing around Freya like moths to a me. Her fists curled at her sides.


    Freya couldn’t be bothered with the scene, but she didn’t hold back either. She turned to Vivien, her tone cool and unmistakably pointed.


    “Miss Garza,” she said smoothly, “I suggest you be more careful about twisting my grandfather’s words in public. It might lead to misunderstandings.”


    She didn’t miss the deliberate weight she put on “my.”


    Freya’s statement made Vivien’s face burn with shame.


    With that single revtion, everyone realized her earlier ims were nothing but a house of cards—crumbling fast and exposing her deceit.


    Shame tangled with fury in Vivien’s chest.


    She had, in truth, set out to ruin Freya.


    “But Grandpa did tell me to keep an eye on you,” she snapped, unable to bottle up her anger any longer, “and to make sure you pick someone suitable to marry. After all, getting married a second time isn’t exactly a walk in the park.”


    The moment those words left her lips, the room fell still—all eyes turned to Freya.


    Could it be true? Had Ethel’s sister, hidden from the spotlight for so long, actually been married… and divorced?


    “Miss Garza, you certainly have a ir for the dramatic,” came an easygoing voice.


    Trent strolled over, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his schrly charm on full disy. “No matter how many times Mina marries, there’s no shortage of people waiting in line to win her heart.”


    Freya blinked, caughtpletely off guard. “What are you doing here?”


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