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Eleanor naturally saw through Eleanor's modesty. The more she thought about Rose's earlier remarks, the more intrigued she became.

She set down the documents on her desk and hurried over to the sewing machine. Her gaze followed Rose's and fell on the large photo of the evening gown.

"This evening gown was burned years ago, and I've been searching for experts to repair it.

"Actually, there was a master who could have restored the gown a decade ago in Herkleton. But unfortunately, he suddenly passed away..."

Eleanor sighed, lamenting not only the gown's irreparable damage but also the loss of such an excellent embroiderer.

Rose's eyes dimmed. She remembered the last summer she saw the old man. That summer, he had a car accident. She never returned to Herkleton after handling his funeral.

"I heard that the legendary embroiderer had an apprentice. I've spent years trying to find them, but there's been no trace of them anywhere. If we could just find that apprentice, perhaps the gown would have been restored by now. But alas..."

Rose felt a jolt in her heart. In her daze, Eleanor suddenly looked at her. "You mentioned that the French knot stitch isn't suitable for this gown's repair. Do you have any ideas?"

Rose snapped back to reality and instinctively replied, "No, I... I just felt it wasn't quite right. I don't really understand anything, and I have no idea..."

"Is that so?"

A hint of disappointment flickered in Eleanor's eyes. She had thought Rose's modesty was a facade. Perhaps she had been too focused on the gown, wanting to grasp at any straw.

"It seems I won't live to see this gown restored to its original form." Eleanor shook her head, appearing like a completely different person from the one who had given Rose a hard time at the desk.

As Rose left the study, Eleanor's regretful silhouette and the gown lingered in her mind. Outside the study, there was no one around. Rose chose to take the stairs instead of the elevator. "Rose!" Just as she reached the second-floor landing, a voice called out to her.

Rose stopped and turned to see who it was, frowning as she did.

Yara... At this moment, Yara stood with her arms crossed, glaring at Rose with disdain as she approached.

Recalling Eleanor's earlier praise of Yara, Rose couldn't help but chuckle. Yara's public image was indeed very positive. But in Rose's few encounters with Yara, she knew that Yara was far from kind-hearted. If Yara managed to hide her true nature, it was fine. But if her facade ever crumbled...

"Ha..." Rose couldn't help but chuckle.

Just a short distance behind Rose, Yara heard Rose's laugh, and her expression darkened further. "You're laughing at me?"

Laughing at her? Rose was momentarily taken aback. Had she laughed out loud just now?

"Sorry." Rose acknowledged it was impolite if she had laughed out loud, but she didn't mean to mock Yara.

Rose didn't bother to explain further and had no intention of standing there waiting for Yara to boss her around. She turned to go downstairs, but before she could take a step, Yara rushed forward and grabbed her wrist. Rose frowned. "Let go!"

"Hmph! Rose, you're just from a small family in Aquastead and not even considered a socialite there. What gives you the right to order me around?"

Yara sneered. The thought of Jonathan defending Rose and making her eat all those fudgy brownies infuriated her.

After leaving the dining room, Yara saw Jonathan sitting on the couch looking at the third floor like a bodyguard.

She had wanted to approach and talk to him, but before she could say a word, he had coldly told her to get lost.

Yara had never been treated like that before, and Rose was to blame! As long as Rose was around, Jonathan wouldn't notice her. Today was like that, and that night was the same.

Thinking of her failed plan that night made Yara even angrier.

"Rose, you said you were leaving

Regalia to return to Aquastead. You lied, didn't you? How could you give up the chance to marry the Finch family after finally hooking up with Jonathan?

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"But Rose, the Finch family won't accept you. You're from a small family that's unworthy of the Finch family. And oh, by the way..."

Yara's smile turned malicious. "I heard your mother died early. No wonder you're so good at seducing men, you've probably practiced on many, right? "Ha! If I were your mother-"

A crisp slap interrupted Yara's words, and the sudden pain stunned her. Clutching her face, she looked at Rose in disbelief. "You slapped me?" "Yes, I did." Rose's voice was cold.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

She could tolerate Yara belittling her background, but she couldn't stand Yara insulting Celeste! The slap was a warning.

"If you keep your mouth dirty, I'll slap you again!" Rose glared fiercely at Yara.

Yara shuddered. She believed Rose would follow through, but what right did Rose have to slap her? She was the eldest daughter of the Maize family and a renowned international

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"You..." Yara gritted her teeth.

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At that moment, footsteps sounded from downstairs. It was Lizzie and the others coming out from the dining room. From her angle, Vara saw Jonathan's tall figure walking toward them.

Her mind raced. Suddenly, she pulled Rose hard and swapped their positions. Rose, wary of Yara entangling her further, saw Yara suddenly smile. That smile was smug.

In that triumphant smile, Yara let go of Rose's wrist. Then she leaned back... Rose instinctively tried to catch her but missed.

"Ah!"

A scream and a loud crash echoed through the lobby. Lizzie and Anastasia came out of the dining room to see Yara tumbling down the stairs. Bella was also present.

Bella had come out earlier and was looking for an opportunity to deal with Rose, but Yara had beaten her to it.

She had seen the entire exchange on the stairs, including the truth behind Yara's fall. However, she and Yara had the same goal.

Realizing what was happening, Bella's gaze shifted to Rose standing in shock. Excitement surged through her.

She wasted no time and screamed, "Murder! Murder! Help! Someone help!"