Keely stood at the threshold, her appearance disheveled and her face as pallid as death, her vacant stare devoid
of any life.
Taken aback by her appearance, Jane's impending scream lodged in her throat.
Keely’s icy gaze met Jane’s and she issued a stern warning, “Aunt, do well to remember the source of the Powell
family’s wealth.”
Jane, bristling at her words, demanded, “What are you implying?”
Keely responded, “It's because of my involvement that Marco has been generous with the Powell family. Without
me, the Powells wouldn't enjoy their current standing. You all owe me... Additionally, | suggest you watch your
tone. At a word from me, Marco wouldn't hesitate to crush the Powell family.”
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Keely’s fingers danced on the coat in her hands as a mesmerizing smile graced her lips. “This coat was gifted to
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Jane was momentarily stunned by her audacity, skepticism creeping into her gaze as she scrutinized Keely’s
disarrayed state.
“Who are you trying to fool? If Marco truly cared for you, would you be in this state? And why do you look like
you've seen a ghost?”
Before she could finish her tirade, a servant hurried over, his voice filled with urgency as he whispered in her
ear, “Madam, Mr. Bryant's associates have arrived!”
Jane was shocked at servant’s words.
“What? Mr. Bryant?” she repeated.
In the Bryant family, only one man could be addressed as Mr. Bryant, and that was Marco.
Recognizing that Marco's associates had come, Jane's face held a mixture of emotions.
What she didn’t see was the brief moment of fear in Keely’s eyes.
But Keely quickly regained her poise, neatened herself, and wore a confident grin. In a soft whisper, she
murmured, “Marco has arrived for me. It seems he hasn't forgottenafter all.”
Jane caught her murmur and immediately adjusted her expression. She reached out for Keely’s hand in a friendly
gesture.
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“Keely, | regret the harsh words | uttered earlier. | didn’t mean to offend you. My concerns arose because you've
been holed up in your room for too long without any activity.”
Keely responded with a snide smirk, keeping her thoughts to herself.
Jane, clearing her throat, continued, “You should freshen up in your room. I'll welcMr. Bryant. We can’t afford
to behave rudely in his presence.”
Right then, the servant interrupted, “Madam, we haven't met Mr. Bryant yet. The guests only mentioned that
they were dispatched by him.”
Jane knitted her brows and cast a dubious glance at Keely.
“He didn’t show up in person? Why would Marco send his men to the
Powell residence at this late hour?”