Chapter 512


    Rhea called her over, indicating her erged breasts.


    “are they noticeably bigger now?”


    Analia, widening her eyes, assessed Rhea’s new appearance and said Rheained about the pain, wondering if Marcus


    would appreciate the change.


    Analia pondered internally about Rhea’s significant investment, realizing she''d likely require special bras.


    She reassured Rhea, “Yes, he will. Men tend to preferrger breasts.”


    Rhea found reassurance in Analia’s words.


    “By the way, did you finish investigating Millie''s information as | asked?”


    Analia handed Rhea a stack of papers from her bag.


    “Yes, I’ve gathered this information.”


    “Excellent!”


    “Have you heard the whispered tale of Marcus’ generosity to her? Like a shining knight, he procured a hairpin—not just any


    omament, but a jewel worth 20 million bucks—and tenderly bestowed it upon her at the resplendent Snow Mountain Vi.


    It''s a gesture that has set thedies of Preagend aze with envy.”


    “Really?” Rhea’s fingers trembled as she clutched the paper.


    These days, she dwelled in the sterile confines of the hospital, her body a battleground post-operation. Engulfed in suffering, the


    world outside was but a faint echo to her.


    “Yes, it’s true, like the northern star. I’ve glimpsed the photographs of that hairpin.


    Amarvel, a relic from the royal family’s treasure. It’s the envy of angels. How could she possess something so infinitely


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    “| wager this cunning vixen begged Marcus to buy it. What a greedy, insatiable creature!”


    Rhea’s voice was firm. “I must topple her from grace as soon as possible, or she’ll ensnare Marcus’ heart.”


    With a sense of urgency, she flipped through the pages about Millie. Reading, absorbing, a storm brewing in her mind, she


    suddenly looked up.


    “Does Millie have a grandmothernguishing in the hospital?”


    “Yes, her grandmother is on the brink, teetering between life and death. Daily, they pour gold into her medical cauldron. It must


    be Marcus who foots the bill.


    Otherwise, how could Millie summon such fortune?”