Chapter 788:
Angela quickly closed the distance with a smile that was nothing short of flattering.
âJenesis, are you heading to the banquet? Would you like me to accompany you?â
Every time Angela saw Jenesis, she would try to win Jenesisâ favor, a sight so familiar that the Brooks family servants had grown used to it and no longer paid attention. Some even made a point to walk away, clearly relieved to escape Angelaâs distracting presence.
Jenesis snapped back to reality, her eyes narrowing as she studied the fawning woman before her. The disgust that bubbled up within her intensified.
She was all too aware of Angelaâs past with Harlee. Now that Harlee had firmly secured her place as the favored member of the Green and Sanderson families, defeating Angela would be a walk in the park.
Whispers had circulated that this fool, Angela, was still scheming, searching for any chance to trip Harlee up. Jenesisâs expression darkened as her mind raced with calculations.
The Brooks family could no longer afford to keep Angela, this loose cannon, around. She had to be tossed out before she dragged them all down with her.
Jenesis sneered, her gaze dripping with contempt as she stared at Angela.
âWhy should I bother taking you out? To humiliate myself? Angela, remember this: youâre no longer superior to anyone here! We only let you marry into the Brooks family out of kindness. You should be grateful.â
With that, Jenesis turned on her heel, brushing aside Angelaâs pleas as if they were insignificant.
Jenesisâ next stop was her family home, where she planned to consult her sister-in-law on how to get rid of Angela.
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Angela, left in shambles, felt the weight of dread press down on her. Jenesisâ indifference meant her place in the Brooks family would become even more untenable.
And worse, she still hadnât conceived a child of her ownâ¦
The more Angela mulled over Jenesisâ sudden coldness, the less sense it made. Something must have happened. What could it be?
Angelaâs thoughts were interrupted when she flicked on the TV, only to see news of Rhys and Harleeâs engagement splashed across the screen.
Staring in shock, Angelaâs hands clenched into trembling fists as hatred clouded her eyes. She looked utterly devastated, almost deranged.
âNo⦠This canât be real! I refuse to believe it! Someone like Harlee canât marry a man like Rhys!â
Unwilling to accept it, Angela grabbed a servantâs phone and scrolled feverishly through social media. The flood of congratulatory posts and trending topics crushed her last shred of hope.
She sank to the floor, trembling and defeated, her facade utterly shattered.
âItâs over. Itâs all overâ¦â
Angela clenched her fists so hard that her nails bit into her palms, drawing blood. The sting snapped her thoughts into focus.
She finally understood why Jenesisâ attitude had shifted and knew her only path forward. She had to find Harlee, beg for her forgiveness, and ensure it was done publicly. Otherwise, everything sheâd worked for would crumble into nothing.
At the Gill residence, Liam sat listlessly, his legs useless after the car accident.
Coupled with the declaration of bankruptcy, courtesy of Briceâs schemes, he was more unwelcome than a stray.
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