At the same time, just as Cynthia was about to look for Moira, she discovered from a close friend that Moira and Barclay had already left the party ten minutes earlier. Were they gone?

They had left so quickly?

Cynthia's mood visibly soured, prompting her friend to inquire, "Cynthia, what's troubling you? You seem rather downcast!"

Cynthia glanced at her friend. "I am a tad disheartened. How could Moira leave so abruptly?"

Her friend raised an eyebrow. "Are you perhaps overly attached to Moira?"

Her friend couldn't resist a reminder, "Hey, Cynthia, it seems like you and Moira might have a bit of a rivalry going on!"

"What rivalry? My family has already cut ties with the Covington family!"

Cynthia's friend hesitated, "Because of Moira?"

"Not entirely."

Cynthia waved her hand dismissively, her friend looking puzzled. "Cynthia, why are you so kind to Moira?"

"She saved my life!"

expressed

couldn't recall

parted her lips, a thought crossing her mind, before finally pressing them together. "Well, I find Moira

seems like it's more than

practically idolizing

as usual, alright? Come on, cheer up! It's your birthday today. No need

silent, feeling frustrated. The entire evening had revolved around Moira. If one

Well, she did.

Moira as a guardian angel from that fateful night. Cynthia had been terrified the water and found herself drowning suddenly.

Upon hearing this, Cynthia exploded, "Didn't I make it clear that Moira is my honored guest? How dare those two come and cause trouble

high heels, immediately summoning four security guards to escort Annabelle and Florence out of the

This is my guest, my domain. Do

everyone understood it was

Annabelle and Florence both

feeling the weight

They wanted

knowing their place

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