Mary and Penelope had grown accustomed to the lifestyle of socialites, yet Ashlyn’s appearance had ruined their fairytale lives in an instant.

That b*tch is an absolute jinx! She carries bad luck everywhere she goes!

Just then, Ryan arrived at the dark room and looked at the elderly woman guarding the door. “Open it!”

The woman hesitated briefly before following his orders.

Light suddenly illuminated the dark room, and Mary instinctively flinched and shielded her eyes from the glare.

“Have you come to get us, Ryan?” Upon recognizing Ryan, Mary hurriedly stood up and supported Penelope to her feet. She added, “Penelope’s sick. She’s running a fever. Take us away from this place.”

“I’m here to ask you something,” Ryan asked while looking down at Mary. His cold expression lacked any hint of brotherly affection.

Stunned, Mary asked, “About what?”

the Count’s Mansion all the time. You even made a flower crown for me out

things from our past. I went missing when I

Ryan continued, “I even remember

propriety between us. How can I bare

so suddenly and accosting me with so many questions? Is he suspecting something? But that’s impossible. I didn’t give anything away. When did he start suspecting me? Have I not done

brow and drawled, “We grew up together and were very close. I’m just asking to see your

been there. How can it suddenly disappear? Why don’t you head back first? I-I’ve been here for so long, and I’m absolutely filthy. After Mom lets Penelope

if Ryan insisted she had one, by hook by crook, she would make sure there was one over

contemplating methods to create a

buy herself as much time as she could to

her words and dropped the topic. “All

room, and the metal door

What was all

for his

cold it

all! I was just testing Mary, and she actually claimed to

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