Chapter 3

The driver accidentally got his suit dirty while checking the car. When he saw the folks from the Murphy family coming out of the mansion, he hurriedly pulled out a few gift boxes from the trunk.

These were specifically instructed by the mister to be handed to the Murphys. Unfortunately, a previous tailgating incident resulted in a few of the gift boxes getting squashed, making them look rather unappealing.-

“I reckon you’re Mr. Murphy?” The driver approached Attlee and offered the boxes politely, “These are a token from the young lady’s parents. They insist you accept them.”

“You’re too kind…” Attlee hastily declined. “Bella has been great with us over the years, these gifts…”

“We don’t need your gifts! Just take her home, her family is waiting for her!” Olga interrupted them and without giving Aiden a second glance, she walked back into the house.

She thought to herself, “With such shabby gift boxes, there can’t be anything good inside. She certainly doesn’t want other people’s trash.”

Yolanda suppressed a sarcastic smile, following Olga. Her face was filled with an air of superiority as if she had just won a war. She never realized that Arabella’s biological family was in such a poor state, but she was secretly pleased.

The Murphys’ maids looked at them with scorn, contempt, or pity, and they all went back inside. Only Attlee remained standing there, somewhat embarrassed, “Well, have a safe journey… I won’t accept these gifts. Let’s just say I’ve sent them back to your masters. Consider it a small token from me…”

“But…” The driver was at a loss. The mister had specifically told him to make sure the Murphys accepted the gifts. But what Attlee meant was that Arabella was no longer part of the Murphy family. If she went to her biological parents’ house, she would have nothing to do with the Murphys.

“Mr. Murphy, please accept these gifts. Mr. Murphy?”

The driver initially wanted to say that the boxes contained deeds to several villas, keys to several shops, a bank card loaded with a billion dollars, and rare medicinal herbs that you couldn’t buy anywhere. But as he watched Attlee walk into the house, the driver paused, puzzled. It seemed like none of them actually liked Ms. Bennett. Was it all in his head?

Arabella casually fixed the car door back in place, “Let’s go.”

get into the car, Aiden was taken aback. Did Ms. Bennett just fix that door by herself? How did she do that?

casually looked out the window, her pretty face giving off a pleasing aura.

more she reminded him of madam when she was young. Every move she made radiated

going to Willow Creek?” Arabella suddenly asked, her gaze falling on the

The driver snapped back to reality, “Oh… that’s the mister’s hometown. Your home

the most economically developed city

districts: East, West, South, and North, with the North being

in the North: Misty Hollow, Lavender Hill, Golden Fields, and Seraphim

Sapphire City, Emerald

from a third-tier city to

might have seemed insignificant, but compared to other poorer

million dollars, which was why his wife Olga was so

into the room, she unintentionally glanced out the window. What she saw left her in

Chapter 3

Olga followed her gaze, then nonchalantly said, “Yoli, I’m telling you, from now on, you and Arabella have nothing to do with each other! You can’t treat her like your sister anymore, you need to delete and block all her contact

that car, seems like it’s from our city. It looks like the plate number starts with S-A… followed by five

plate

mansion, Olga only saw the side of the car and not the license plate.

our town, anyone with a license plate that has five of the same numbers

herself, “Even their car plates are nothing special… How could Arabella’s family possibly

Reflections

Summerfield, located right in the center of the city, where the land price

the driver spoke respectfully, “Ms. Bennett, we’re still 20 kilometers away from your home-Reflections Villa. If

to hear this, thinking, “My home is in Reflections Villa?

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