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    Moreover, since Brenna wasn’t resisting her gesture, Rosie confidently assumed she wouldn’t dare retaliate. After all, she couldn’t risk stirring up trouble or making a bad impression on the King.


    Just as Rosie basked in her apparent triumph, convinced she had everything under control, Brenna abruptly withdrew her hand.


    Rosie’s annoyance flickered sharply as she hissed, her voice heavy with reproach,


    “What do you think you are doing? People might think there are serious internal conflicts within the Harper family.”


    Without warning, Brenna delivered a light but unmistakable p to Rosie’s cheek. Loudly and defiantly, she fired back in fluent Pliecan,


    “Are you serious? You just humiliated me in front of all these guests as I walked in, calling me a worthless nobody, someone who shouldn’t even breathe the same air as these people. It’s barely been a few minutes. Have you already forgotten what you did to me? And now you think we are family? Did I suddenly be good enough for this ce in your eyes?”


    Rosie’s cheeks flushed with humiliation. She felt a rare sting—unfamiliar to someone used to dishing out cutting remarks without consequence. As a member of the Harper family, she was ustomed to others biting their tongues, too intimidated by her status to p back. Never had she been so publicly humiliated.


    “We are family, Brenna! What the hell are you doing? Have you lost your mind?” Rosie hissed in Vand’snguage. She leaned closer, urgently whispering,


    “Apologize to me right now. Say you were wrong before this mess spirals out of control!”


    However, Brenna just raised her chin and loudly said,


    “You insulted me first. Why should I apologize to you? It’s you who owes me an apology.”


    Her voice was pitched deliberately loud enough for everyone to hear. Moreover, she spoke clearly in Pliecan to make sure everyone understood her.


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    Rosie’s blood boiled with rage. Turning abruptly, she shook Maxley’s arm and pleaded with him desperately in Pliecan,


    “She insulted me! She is nothing but some country bumpkin who shouldn’t even breathe the same air as these global—”


    Titans of business and politics. Aren’t you going to step in and do something? She is trampling all over my dignity now. Help me out!”


    She couldn’t care less about what Maxley thought. She was certain that after everything, he was satisfied with her in bed and intended to make her his wife. Therefore, she was sure he would jump to her defense without hesitation.


    Maxley’s anger red hotter than Rosie’s. He realized she had been lying to him the whole time. If it hadn’t been for her lies about Brenna, he never would have offended her. And by doing so, he had also offended the richest man in the world, Ethan. It was all Rosie’s fault. Maxley was beyond furious.


    Without thinking, he raised his hand and pped Rosie hard. Unlike Brenna’s light p, this one came down with full force.


    Blood trickled from Rosie’s mouth, and half her face swelled up immediately.


    “Get the hell out of here!” Maxley growled, struggling to keep his rage under control. Without hesitation, he kicked Rosie, sending her stumbling back. Then, with an icy flick of his wrist, he signaled for the security personnel to remove her.


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