Upon 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 ame with resentment.


    Moments Later, the doorknob turned, and the door swung open, revealing a figure standing at the


    entrance. Radiating a chilly andposed 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 toe in,


    ninjanovel


    T’u…”


    “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 re daggers at the intruder, demanding, “Loraine,


    how dare you show up here? Who let you in?”


    Loraine spared a cursory nce around the room and scoffed, “Why? I’m here because I felt like it. Do


    I need your approval?”


    Her eyes met with Marco’s, the two sharing a silent, significant look.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.


    Upon witnessing their quiet understanding, Keely’s fury grew. She dered 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 I 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 name Jane 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 etiquette, who had managed to find her ce in the Torres family through sheer luck and


    a fortunate 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?


    I see what you’re doing. You’re trying to send me to 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 informed me with aprehensive breakdown of the situation, even


    more detailed than yours. Hence, I was able to make it here promptly.”