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Upon returning to the Rosewood Manor, Maja booted up her laptop and checked the chatter on social media.

Some blamed Shawn, others blamed her, but most were blaming the Star Movie Group.

The mother of an autistic child, who had posted an online article, was even planning a press conference later in the

day, accusing Star Movie Group of not reaching out to her.

Maja got hold of the mother’s contact number and made an initial call.

The woman didn’t pick up.

Having tested the waters, Maja hung up.

She then instructed her staff at Rosewood Manor to track the parents of the autistic child and to locate the

whereabouts of Linda and her entourage.

After leaving the BlueSky Bar the previous night, the rich kids had moved into a villa bought by Judith in Greenfield.

The villa was staffed with servants to cater to their every whim, as the rich kids partied hard.

Maja was vaguely aware of the more liberal customs in North America, where policies were much more relaxed.

She drummed her fingers on the desk, just as her phone pinged with a new message, from Judith.

[I told you, without Ian, you’re nothing. But even without Ian, I’m still the high and mighty princess of the Sanders

family.]

[Maja, some people are born lowly. Your incarcerated parents and brother have already destined you for a dirty

future. Stop struggling, no one can save you.]

Maja ignored these two messages.

At 10 a.m., as the rich kids continued their revelry in Judith’s villa, Judith herself visited Dylan. She always played the

pitiful act around her big brother, ensuring he remained resolute in seeking revenge for her.

Maja called Beck, who picked up after a couple of rings.

“Maja?”

His voice was low, somewhat apologetic, “I’ve been at my brother’s villa lately. He doesn’t want me defending you

during this time, sorry.”

Maja understood his predicament, but asked anyway, “Does Linda like Dylan?”

“Yes, she’s been pursuing my brother for a while now.”

“And does Dylan have someone he likes?”

“No, he’s always busy with work. The only person he’s close with is Judith. He really spoils her, without any

boundaries.”

Maja lowered her gaze, thinking that since the Sanders family was causing her trouble, why shouldn’t she use them

to her advantage?

She mentally apologized to Beck, then casually inquired.

“Don’t you think Mr. Sanders is a bit too doting on Judith? It always seemed to me that Judith doesn’t quite resemble

you guys.”

This remark hit Beck like a bolt of lightning, leaving him stunned.

Beck was the most naïve among the Sanders family, despite his playboy lifestyle.

“What do you mean?”

Maja was intentionally stirring up trouble in the Sanders family. Regardless of what she did, they would never like

her.

Once the seed of doubt was planted, Beck would certainly view the two with suspicion.

“I just feel that Mr. Sanders’s attitude towards Judith is a bit off. If Judith isn’t really a Sanders, could it be that Mr.

Sanders is in love with her? He just can’t express his feelings due to their status.”

“Maja!”

Beck shouted her name, immediately feeling the sharp gaze of his brother.

He stiffened, awkwardly hanging up the call.

Dylan, dressed in a suit, exuded an aloof aura.

Just then, Judith returned and threw herself into Dylan’s arms.

“Dylan! My friends are all at my villa, it’s so noisy. Can I stay here for a while?”