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.”

Ms. Bennett

road, Arabella casually looked out the window, her pretty

her through the rear-view mirror, the more he looked, the more she reminded him of madam when she was young. Every move

to Willow Creek?” Arabella suddenly

“Oh… that’s the mister’s

the most economically developed city in the

divided into four districts: East, West, South, and North, with the North

Misty Hollow, Lavender Hill, Golden Fields,

City, Emerald City,

the richest man in Tranquil City. After accumulating his wealth over a long time, Attlee finally moved from a third-tier city to Summerfield this year. He became the richest man in Tranquil City, the least developed

wealthier areas, his wealth might have seemed insignificant, but compared to other poorer areas, he

dollars, which was why his wife Olga was so arrogant and looked down on others.

unintentionally glanced out the window. What she saw left her in complete shock. “Mom,

Chapter 3

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 info. Even if she tries to borrow money from you through other means, you can’t lend

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

plate number was

car and not the license plate. But

anyone with a license plate that has five of the same

thought to herself, “Even their car plates are nothing special…

live in Reflections

residential area in Summerfield, located right in

the Rolls Royce, the driver spoke respectfully, “Ms. Bennett, we’re still 20 kilometers away from your home-Reflections Villa. If you’re tired, feel free to take

is in Reflections Villa? In

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