?Chapter 665:


    Brenna brushed off Rosie’s insincere greeting, repelled by her pretense. Only days ago, they had been adversaries in court, yet now, Rosie acted as if they were old friends. They were not on good terms at all.


    Patrick, clinging to Brenna’s hand, gazed up at Rosie and Maxley with innocent charm.


    Brenna responded coolly, “We’re here for apany event, so I’ll have to decline. My apologies, Mr. Gibran.”


    Maxley, unfazed, smiled and said, “No worries, we’ll catch up another time.”


    Feeling ignored, Rosie was angry. “Did you not hear me? Where’s Ethan?” She was still eager to repair her rtionship with Ethan and exin the misunderstanding in Plieca. However, her recent calls and messages to Ethan had gone unanswered.


    Brenna replied, “He is upied but will arriveter. Is there something you need?” She knew Rosie’s world revolved around calcted alliances, not genuine emotions.


    Rosie, catching Maxley’s subtle nce, deduced he also wanted to meet Ethan. “Which room are you in? I’ll stop byter,” she said.


    Since tying the knot with Rosie, Maxley had been eager to forge ties with Shirie’s four prominent families, but a meeting with Ethan had remained elusive.


    Rosie knew that if she could help Maxley meet Ethan, he would surely be pleased.


    After hearing Brenna’s response, Maxley said, “Wonderful, we’ll drop byter to meet Mr. Mitchell.”


    Brenna, guiding Patrick by the hand, moved away from the group, opting for the stairs to avoid the crowd. Patrick grumbled to her, “That baddy wille backter. I don’t like her.”


    Greta, who had been close to Rosie for years but was snubbed from her wedding due to her family’sck of status, turned to Brenna and asked, “Brenna, did Rosie get married?”


    Brenna responded casually, “Yes, she married Prince Maxley. She has quite a high status now.”


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    Greta and Rosie had been acquaintances since their early years, though their meetings were too infrequent to forge a deep bond. They were more like acquaintances than true friends.


    Still, Greta viewed Rosie as a friend and had shed a warm smile at her, wanting to talk to her. Yet Rosie hadn’t so much as nced her way, ignoring her entirely.


    Greta couldn’t help but feel that Rosie, now elevated to royal status, looked down on those with less prestigious backgrounds like hers.


    Greta didn’t consider her family insignificant; her mother, a respected scientist, held a prominent mid-level role at the National Research Institute, and their family wasfortably affluent. While they couldn’t rival the Harper family’s stature, they were well above average.


    Surely, Greta thought, she was worthy of at least a brief chat with Rosie. Rosie’s clear disinterest stung, leaving Greta quietly irritated.


    She recalled their childhood encounters when Rosie would dreamily dere her intention to marry Ethan someday. Now, with Ethan choosing Brenna, Greta couldn’t help but feel a bit of satisfaction that Rosie didn’t get what she wanted.


    The recent legal battle between Rosie and the Harper family had sparked widespread gossip, and Greta had caught every detail. She was now certain that Rosie’s story would end in ruin; royal title or not, her downfall was just a matter of time.


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