The Peterson estate was nothing short of a royal pce. Every corner shimmered with splendor


    and luxury, a testament to their status as local royalty.


    Guests, a veritable who''s who of high society from across the nation, mingled with ease and


    elegance among the opulent surroundings.


    Reba scanned the room. And there he was, the man she loathed to her very core.


    Dressed in a tailored suit that looked like it had been pressed just seconds before, Alex stood


    amidst a cluster of fawning admirers. Between his fingers, a lit cigarette added to his insouciant


    charm. His eyes were slightly squinted, as if he was savoring the act of overturning the natural order


    of things.


    In the past, Reba couldn''t fathom why Alex always squinted. It was onlyter that she realized


    this was the way he looked at his ythings. Contempt, disdain, and revulsion lurked in the depths


    of his gaze...


    Thest image Reba had seen before her untimely demise was of Alex, eyes narrowed, corners


    of his lips upturned in a smirk, "Tsk, you''re a tough one, aren''t you? Still clinging to life even now!"


    After those words, darkness embraced Reba forever.


    "Ms. Morris," a pleasant male voice broke through her reverie, and she looked up to find Alex


    approaching her.


    Just like before, Alex took the initiative to greet her. In her previous life, she had naively thought it


    was love at first sight.


    When Audrey showed up at the Morris Manor to seek a marriage, she had still foolishly believed


    that Alex loved her. Back then, her mind was filled with whimsical notions of marriage. Little did she


    know that from that day on, she was stepping out of heaven and into hell.


    There is no such thing as love at first sight in this world!


    "Mr. Peterson," Reba managed to conceal the fear in her eyes, "this is my sister, Anthea


    Yeager."


    “In this life, Anthea was Alex''s prey,” Reba thought, “I have no reason to be afraid of him.”


    But as she stood there, a cold sweat broke out on her back. She had thought with Anthea present,


    she wouldn''t be afraid of Alex. Yet, seeing him again, she couldn''t suppress the terror emanating


    from her very bones.


    Alex shifted his attention to Anthea and offered his hand, "Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Yeager."


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    "Nice to meet you," Anthea replied, taking his hand.


    Just then, a servant approached Alex and whispered in his ear. Alex''s expression remained


    unchanged as he turned back to Anthea and Reba, "I apologize for anyck of hospitality at my


    home today due to therge number of guests. I hope you''ll forgive us."


    Reba didn''t respond, her difort evident.


    Anthea smiled lightly, "Please, Mr. Peterson, attend to your other guests."


    As Alex nced at Reba, his eyes narrowed slightly before he turned and walked away.


    Momentster, he returned, "Ms. Yeager, may I have a moment? Pleasee with me."


    "Is something the matter, Mr. Peterson?" Anthea asked, setting down a delectable cherry


    cheesecake she had been enjoying.


    Alex''s gaze lingered on the dessert for a moment. "It''s Kendrick Wright; he heard that Ms. Yeager


    was at the party and specifically asked me to bring you to him."


    Reba''s eyes widened in disbelief, convinced she was hallucinating. She was supposed to be


    Kendrick''s lifesaver, not Anthea!


    "That''s a mistake, Mr. Peterson. Kendrick is looking for me," Reba blurted out, unable to contain


    herself any longer.


    What if Kendrick left upon realizing Anthea wasn''t his savior? She couldn''t wait any longer!