NovelEnglishUpon hearing that voice, Marco was taken aback, and Keely’s expression abruptly shifted as she turned her head
towards the door.
That tone was unmistakable, even if the one who possessed it turned to ashes... It was unmistakably Loraine’s
voice!
Keely’s gaze was glued to the doorway, her eyes aflwith resentment.
Moments Later, the doorknob turned, and the door swung open, revealing a figure standing at the entrance.
Radiating a chilly and composed aura, the person cast a disdainful gaze upon Keely.
Indeed, it was Loraine!
Keely’s eyes filled with red-hot rage as she bellowed, “Stop right there! Don’t dare to take another step! If you
even try to cin,
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“What exactly will you do?” Loraine quirked a brow.
Keely’s fingers tightened around the knife she held, her blood loss rendering her hand numb and ineffective.
Unable to take action, she could only glare daggers at the intruder, demanding, “Loraine, how dare you show up
here? Who let you in?”
Loraine spared a cursory glance around the room and scoffed, “Why? I'm here because I felt like it. Do | need
your approval?”
Her eyes met with Marco's, the two sharing a silent, significant look.
Upon witnessing their quiet understanding, Keely’s fury grew. She declared in a stern tone, “You're not on the
Torres family’s territory anymore. You've invaded a private residence, and you...”
Loraine smirked, turning to look at Jane who was standing near the entrance. “Did | actually invade your private
property?”
Jane quickly shook her head, her expression transforming from shock to eager deference.
“Of course not! Miss Torres, you are our esteemed guest. We are honored to have you here!”
Loraine Torres was a nJane was well acquainted with. She had not only stumbled upon it in news stories but
also heard it numerous times from Keely.
Yet this was her first encounter with Loraine in person.
Keely had portrayed Loraine as an imbecilic and malicious woman, a country bumpkin devoid of manners and
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reincarnation.
However, seeing Loraine in person, Jane understood that Keely’s portrayal was nothing but fiction.
Loraine was far from the crude country girl Keely had painted her to be. She was a picture of beauty and charm.
From the moment she stepped in, she had dominated the scene with her self-assured calmness and elegance, a
stark contrast to Keely’s description of an unsophisticated peasant.
Keely, speechless and without a rebuttal, turned her gaze to Carl, demanding, “Did you invite her here? | see
what you're doing. You're trying to sendto my grave, aren’t you?”
Carl's face held an expression of innocence and confusion. He too was baffled. He had just sent the message,
and Loraine was already here?
Observing his perplexed demeanor, Loraine chuckled and held up her phone, indicating, “Before your message,
someone had already informedwith a comprehensive breakdown of the situation, even more detailed than
yours. Hence, | was able to make it here promptly.”
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