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“Look down? They’re beneath my notice.” Savannah’s lips twisted into a smug sneer.
“I shudder to think what Aswil will become once your father becomes king,” Isabella said, her eyes narrowing.
“Aswil will flourish,” Savannah said, her voice filled with pride. “In ways you could never understand.” She leaned closer, her smile triumphant. “Face it, Isabella. You’re shattered inside because Andrew’s heart belongs to me now.”
Isabella met her gaze, unwavering. “I’m not shattered.”
Savannah’s smile faded into disbelief. “Stop lying. I see right through you.”
“I pity you,” Isabella said softly, her gaze steady on Savannah. “To stoop so low for love, sneaking and scheming like a thief in the night.”
The words hit Savannah like a blow. Born into privilege, worshipped by society—how dare Isabella look at her with such disdain?
However, Savannah was not as naive as Patty.
“You think you can rattle me with cheap shots?” she sneered. “Tomorrow, it’s my engagement to Andrew. And you? You’ll be lurking in the shadows, nothing more than a ghost.” Her lips curled into a smug smile, convinced Isabella felt every ounce of pain.
Once, Andrew and Isabella were inseparable, but now all she could do was watch him pledge his future to someone else.
Surely, Isabella’s heart was tearing apart. “Best wishes on your engagement,” she murmured, turning on her heel with a calmness that felt unnervingly cold.
For reasons she couldn’t explain, Savannah felt a surge of anxiety. A strange instinct told her that Isabella wouldn’t give up so easily—she would certainly make a move.
Savannah snapped an order to her attendants, her voice laced with urgency. “Tomorrow’s ceremony is crucial. Watch everything. Not a single slip-up is allowed.”
“Rest assured, Your Highness. We’ve stationed the most elite guards. The event will go smoothly.”
Only then did Savannah breathe a little easier, reassured. Meanwhile, Andrew was inspecting the preparations when a worker, burdened with a precarious stack of heavy boxes, tripped.
“Mr. Klein, move—quickly!” the worker yelled.
However, Andrew just stood there, motionless, as if oblivious to the impending collision.
“Mr. Klein!” the worker called again, urgency in his voice, snapping Andrew back to reality just in time to avoid a collision.
A servant rushed over, concern etched on his face. “Mr. Klein, are you alright?”
The servants were responsible for Andrew’s safety, especially now that he was about to become part of the royal family. Any misstep would be unacceptable. Still, knowing Andrew’s usual sharpness, they couldn’t understand why he had suddenly spaced out.
“I’m fine,” Andrew replied calmly.
Isabella stepped into the villa and found Waylon pacing back and forth in the living room.
“What are you doing? You’re making me dizzy!” she remarked.
Waylon immediately stopped and grabbed her arm, his expression filled with worry. “Isabella.”
“Hmm?” she responded.
“Why don’t we leave? Let’s go back to Lorpond. We can find you someone better than Andrew to marry!” he declared, his voice firm with determination.
He’d spent the entire day mulling things over, convinced that with Andrew’s marriage to Savannah inevitable, the only way to spare Isabella more pain was to walk away. Watching her suffer was something Waylon simply couldn’t bear.
Moreover, it seemed overwhelming for Isabella to even consider standing against the royal family of Aswil. Sensing Waylon’s concern, Isabella smiled softly. “Are you worried that I’ll be heartbroken, Waylon?”
“You say you’re not heartbroken, but how could you not be?” Waylon frowned, his gaze full of unease.
“With you and our parents caring for me, I’m already happy. Staying here isn’t just about Andrew; it’s for the sake of Lorpond and Aswil. You know that if Savannah’s father takes power, Lorpond will be his first target, and innocent lives will be lost.”
Waylon froze for a moment, her words sinking in. She was right…
“I just think it’s unfair… You’ve sacrificed so much,” Waylon muttered, clenching his teeth.
“It’s not unfair. If Andrew and I were in each other’s shoes, he’d stay for me too.”
“That may be true, but you’re up against the royal family of Aswil, and they’re getting engaged tomorrow.”
“Waylon, maybe you should check the news.”
“The news?” Waylon blinked, confused. He had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t even glanced at the headlines.
When he opened Twitter, Waylon’s eyes widened in disbelief. His name was trending.
“Waylon’s mysterious girlfriend?”
“Is Waylon being fair to Patty?”
“Waylon’s scandal?”
What? He hadn’t done anything! How did he end up with a “mysterious girlfriend”?
As he clicked through the posts, the truth became clear. Paparazzi had snapped photos of him and Isabella entering a hotel.
Fans who shipped him and Patty were losing their minds.
“What is Waylon doing? Patty is amazing. How could he cheat on her?”
“This woman doesn’t even hold a candle to Patty. Just look at her—so plain! Patty’s the heiress to a top conglomerate. Waylon, don’t be such a jerk!”
“If it hadn’t been for Patty, Waylon wouldn’t have half the good opportunities he’s had!”
“Ha, I think Waylon is just a gold digger!”
Patty had once boldly declared her love for Waylon in front of the whole world. Given Patty’s status, people naturally assumed Waylon wouldn’t dare turn her down and that they must be together.
Patty’s habit of controlling media narratives only fueled that perception, cementing the idea that Waylon’s rise to fame was all thanks to her influence.
And now, with these rumors of him betraying her, the public was in an uproar.
“These damn paparazzi!” Waylon was boiling with anger. Isabella, however, stayed composed. “The equipment they used is too high-end for ordinary paparazzi. The shots probably came from Patty’s people, who have been keeping tabs on you in secret.”
“Of course! Patty’s absolutely crazy!” Waylon sighed in frustration. “I’ve turned her down more times than I can count. What on earth does she see in me? Whatever it is, I’ll remove it!”
“Don’t you know that some people only want what they can’t have?” Isabella remarked calmly.
It was clear that Patty was one of those people. She didn’t genuinely care for Waylon; his refusal only fueled her desire to claim him.
“That’s it! I’m clearing this up right now!”
Waylon quickly tweeted, “Please don’t believe the rumors! I don’t have a girlfriend!”
Within five minutes, the comments section exploded with over ten thousand responses.
“Aren’t you with Patty?”
“Are you covering for your new girlfriend?”
“Wait, what are you all even saying? Waylon never said he was with Patty, right?”
“Exactly! I’ve followed him for ages, and he’s never confirmed anything about Patty. If he had a girlfriend, he’d be open about it!”
“But there were so many news articles about them being together, and he never denied it.”
“Maybe he didn’t want to embarrass Patty because of her status.”
“Then how do you explain the pictures of him going into a hotel with another woman?”
Isabella was well-known back in Lorpond, but in Aswil, hardly anyone knew who she was.
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