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, I


    suggest you watch your tone. At a word from me, Marco wouldn’t hesitate to crush the Powell family.”


    Keely’s fingers danced on the coat in her hands as a mesmerizing smile graced her lips. “This coat was


    gifted to me by Marco himself. He wouldn’t think twice about handling a minor entity like the Powell


    family for my sake.”


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    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 hade, 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 forgotten me after all.”


    Jane caught her murmur and immediately adjusted her expression. She reached out for Keely’s hand


    in a friendly gesture.


    “Keely, I regret the harsh words I uttered earlier. I didn’t mean to offend you. My concerns arose


    because you’ve been holed up in your room for too long without any activity.”


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    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 wee Mr. 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 nce at Keely.


    “He didn’t show up in person? Why would Marco send his men to the


    Powell residence at thiste hour?”