Chapter 275

“Well, look at the great designer, Sadie Hudson, wearing someone else’s clothes,” Kyla said, scanning the room with a sarcastic tilt of her head. “This estate isn’t open to just anyone. Don’t tell me you actually think cozying up to Lawrence Group will suddenly make you important.”

With her head lowered, Sadie chose not to engage with Kyla. All she wanted was to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Kyla’s smugness grew as she observed Sadie’s reticence. She stepped closer, her expression filled with scorn.

“Noah’s attention is focused solely on me. No matter my actions, he will always defend me. You, however, are insignificant to him.”

“You…” Sadie struggled to contain her rising fury. “Stay out of my relationship with Noah.”

Kyla’s sneer deepened. “And who might you be? You’re just a passing amusement for him. Once he grows bored, he’ll discard you without a second glance.”

With her lips pressed tightly together, Sadie’s complexion turned ashen.

Deep down, she acknowledged the harsh truth in Kyla’s words.

After all, it had already been proven right three years ago.

Suddenly, a relaxed voice floated in from the doorway, sounding almost as if the speaker was just strolling by.

“Why all the animosity, young lady?”

Both Sadie and Kyla whipped their heads around.

At the entrance stood a woman in gardening attire, smeared with dirt, playfully wielding a pair of pruning shears, her smile teasing. Loose strands of her long, dark hair framed her face, enhancing her sultry, captivating appearance.

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Kyla’s face clouded over, and she retorted sharply, “Shut up. What concern is it of yours? When did we start letting servants speak up?” A heaviness settled in Sadie’s chest; she didn’t want to draw someone else into her dispute with Kyla.

“Miss Wade, if you are that remarkable, why haven’t you become Mrs. Wall after three years yet?”

Sadie gazed at the “gardener.”

“I’m sorry for what happened, and thank you for your intervention.” The woman, mistaken for a gardener, wore a playful yet slightly puzzled expression as she glanced between Sadie and Kyla.

A mix of anger and humiliation colored Kyla’s cheeks.

The audacity of Sadie!

“Typical. You’re both lowly people. Sadie, you’re destined to remain among those servants!”

Now, Kyla’s disdain was fully evident.

Before Sadie could formulate a reply, the butler emerged at the entrance.

“Ms. Shaw, Mr. Wall is here.”

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Both Sadie and Kyla turned to stone, their eyes fixed on the woman standing in the doorway.

This woman, disheveled with mud, was actually Eva, the estate’s owner?

Color drained from Kyla’s face; she had not anticipated insulting Eva directly.

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