Love At The Wrong Table

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“Just this doll?” Alessandra asked. Growing up in such a wealthy family, how

could Miss Sarah not have other toys?

“Oh, you know nothing!” It piqued Felicity’s interest, so she explained, “Sarah

has always been competing with Mackenzie. Due to her family status and

position on top of her less–than–charming demeanor, she rarely wan

anything. I even remember that this was something she succeeded in

getting from Mackenzie, and she has kept it ever since…”

Although she started her story with a smile, the smile was replaced with a

troubled expression as she leaned against the table. Her breath became

uneven as well.

“What’s the matter?” asked Alessandra, rushing to Felicity’s side

“I–I’m fine!” Felicity insisted. She tried to maintain her composure, but she

definitely looked preoccupied. Now that Emmanuel and Mackenzie are on the

Dark Night Island, would they cross paths with Sarah? Others might not know,

NA SOMO’s a tenacious person who would not stop until she has what

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She was also worried that Emmanuel Mackenzie, and Sarah would run into

Souble Gash Sarch and Mackenzie, don’t fight over a man until you run into

Her onvery grew and she lost interest in the conversation, which Alessandra

noted Wre you sure you are okay?”

On just missed Sorch too much” Felicity explained her smile full of

maternal love. Ive been waiting for her return, but I just don’t know when that

day will be

Even though both Sarah and Felicity were not part of the Quillens, they had

grown closer over time, surpassing the relationships that many mothers and

daughters had

I just miss Sarah too much!

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Alessandra commented, “Oh, Miss Sarah’s too reckless. How could she leave

for so long without getting in touch?”

It had been more than a month without any news, making her irritable, but

her irritation was directed at Emmanuel and Mackenzie. Why didn’t they let

me know how they are doing? The nerves are making me jittery.

At that moment, a servant with the Quillen residence rushed in with a

respectful greeting. “Ms. Lenoir, Ms. Cadigan, Old Mr. Quillen and Alfred are

back!”

“Alright. Thanks for letting us know,” Felicity replied. Turning to Alessandra with

a reassuring smile, she added, “Why don’t you have a chat with him now that

he’s back?”

However, before Alessandra could respond, the mansion violently shook,

causing both women to struggle with their balance.

A deafening crash sounded a second later, causing the house to shake once

more and them to fall to the ground. They were both bewildered and

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disoriented.

“What’s going on?” Felicity exclaimed, “What the hell just happened?”

Her bodyguard rushed in, clearly panicked, “Ms. Lenoir, we’re under attack! A

group of people from an organization is invading the estate!” Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“What?!” Felicity could hardly believe it as Yeringham was known for its safety

and strict legal system. How could such a dangerous group be in town?

Might it be the Holy Fire organization again?

“Ms, Lenoir, Ms. Cadigan, we need to escape through the side gate

immediately. The situation is dire!” the bodyguard urged,

Felicity hesitated. In the past, she would have fled immediately, but now, she

had a strong connection to the Quillen family,

“What about Tia and Old Mr. Quillen?”

Ever concerned for the well–being of others, Alessandra was the least

worried. She had been in poor health for years and learned to take it one day

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at a time. If not for the future of Emmanuel and Beatrix, Alessandra would

have accepted death with open arms.

Now that Emmanuel was married to Mackenzie, who was now with child, and

Roselynn finally settling down with someone, Alessandra knew she had

achieved most of her life goals.

“There are assassins avoiding the Quillen residence,” the bodyguard

explained and insisted. “If we don’t leave now, I’m afraid we’ll be buried here.”

The explosion and the swarm of assassins indicated that a powerful force

was behind the attack, executing a meticulously planned operation.