NovelOnlineShe pulled the curtains tightly closed, plunging the room into an unnatural darkness even at the height of the
day.
Nestled in a corner of her bed, she clung tightly to the coat Marco had discarded on her.
In the sparse light, her eyes shimmered with an unsettling intensity, reminiscent of a lurking creature, as she
nervously gnawed on her nails and murmured to herself.
“No, Marco won't abandon me...”
With each utterance, she seemed to cement her conviction a tad more.
Suddenly, a triumphant smirk etched its way onto her face, as her certainty swelled.
“Yes, Marco's attentive treatment of Loraine is merely a facade for the sake of their mutual business ventures.
He's just putting on a show for her! Yes, that’s it! That's the reason behind Marco’s bitter words. He doesn’t
genuinely despiseor wish to letgo...”
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Gradually, Keely found comfort in her own reassurances, her nods of agreement growing more fervent. The
frenzied beating of her heart finally subsided.
She knew Marco inside out. Beneath his frosty, indifferent exterior, he was intensely emotional and
compassionate.
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Even when her plots against Loraine had landed her in an overseas jail,
Marco had arranged for her to be taken care of. Otherwise, she would never have had the opportunity to become
Leopold's student after her bail release.
She was certain this occasion would be no different. Marco was merely venting his frustrations, and despite his
outward resolution, he had always been soft on her. Even this time, hadn't he ultimately agreed to accompany
her in paying respects to Jorge?
A delirious smile painted Keely’s face as she stared at the dark screen of her phone, twirling a strand of her hair
around her finger while whispering seductively, “Marco, deep down, you still harbor feelings for me, don’t you?
It's just that Loraine’s influence is momentarily suppressing your affection for me. As long as | manage to
rekindle your feelings, you'll irrefutably be mine...”
Before she could fully immerse herself in her fanciful daydreams of a blissful future, the incessant pounding on
the door grew louder, demanding her attention.
“Keely! Open up, you Little hellion!”
Receiving no answer, Jane's patience wore thin, and she bellowed, “I know you're in there! What transpired
between you and Marco? Did he agree to help you?”
Keely glanced dismissively towards the door, donning a scornful smile, and chose to further indulge in her
fantasy rather than attend to the disruption.
In her mind, she painted a vivid picture where Marco consented to marry her. She envisioned having a handsome
husband who would be the envy of women worldwide, owning an inexhaustible fortune that could outlast her
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Despite Jane's persistent pounding on the door, it remained firmly shut, devoid of any response. Her patience
dwindling, Jane's fury escalated as she yelled, “Keely, stop hiding in there like a frightened rabbit! | can toss you
out at any moment!”
Despite her threats, the door remained obstinately closed, drawing forth even more rage from Jane. Keely’s
string of scandals had tarnished Jane’s reputation among her affluent social circle, and her shwas
deepening.
Jane was infuriated by Keely’s lackadaisical attitude, and her Latest affront, outright ignoring her, was the last
straw!
Having reached her wits’ end, Jane planted her hands on her hips, huffing indignantly, “Listen here, Keely. This is
my house, and | am the master here! You are nothing more than a guest. Who gave you the audacity to lock
yourself in and ignore me? Believewhen | say | can boot you out at any moment!”
Her eyes fell on a sturdy stick nearby, which she snatched up with the intent of bashing the door. Just as she
readied herself to strike, the door flung open with a resounding snap.
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