Chapter 676

Chapter 676:

“You help me? How?” Waylon questioned skeptically. He had his doubts. If he was struggling with this spoiled woman, what could Madisyn possibly do?

Madisyn stood up, approached the door, and swung it open. A slap was aimed at her, but she effortlessly caught it with one hand.

The woman confronting Madisyn was dressed in high-end fashion and clutched an extravagant bag, signaling her status as a top-tier heiress.

Taken aback, the woman paused for a moment, then yanked her hand away, glaring at Madisyn. “Waylon is my man. Don’t you know that, you shameless bitch?”

Madisyn laughed softly. “Just as Princess Savannah described…”

The woman was puzzled. “What do you mean by that?”

“Not much. Just that an empty-headed heiress really can’t compare to a princess,” Madisyn commented lightly.

The remark soured the woman’s expression and deepened her frustration. Growing up alongside Savannah, she had always been compared to her, a reality that had wounded her deeply. Yet, she couldn’t express these feelings, as Savannah held the title of princess!

But why should this audacious woman be allowed to criticize her?

“You bitch, how dare you criticize me?” The woman raised her hand once more.

Madisyn stood unguarded, a faint smile playing on her lips as she gazed at the woman before her. “Well, you hardly seem fit to be my opponent. You’re related to Savannah by blood, yet you’re so… beneath her. No wonder she looks down on you. Your mothers are sisters, yet Savannah lives in the palace while you’re stuck out here. How pathetic!”

The woman’s face twisted with fury, and she screamed, “You vile creature! I’m still better than you, no matter what! Seize her!”

At her command, the bodyguards stepped forward to apprehend Madisyn.

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Seeing this, Waylon was ready to step in, but Madisyn shot him a look.

The woman sneered. “Who says I can’t stay in the palace? I have a house there too! Before your death, I’ll show you what real power looks like, you wretch!”

In that moment, it clicked for Waylon. Madisyn was provoking the woman on purpose, all to gain access to the palace. Patty Hunt, infamous for her fiery temper, was easily riled—and just as easily manipulated.

Waylon couldn’t help but admire Madisyn; she was incredibly sharp, turning the situation to her advantage with such ease. Once inside the palace, she could meet Andrew, couldn’t she? Still, a tinge of worry crept in. It was a palace, after all. Would Madisyn be alright?

Patty’s bodyguards ushered Madisyn into the car, and Patty sat across from her, arms crossed, radiating arrogance. “So, tell me, what’s your real reason for wanting to visit the palace?”

Madisyn was briefly caught off guard—perhaps this woman wasn’t as foolish as she had assumed.

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