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Sophie seemed struck in a painful spot, tears flowing again, her voice tearful: “Sister, how can you say that?
We’re family…”
“Family?” Rachel raised an eyebrow, her tone full of undisguised mockery. “Sophie, do you think the whole world should revolve around you? Do you consider anyone who gets slightly close to Jaxon an enemy? Who
do you think you are?
Let me say this one last time-I don’t like Jaxon anymore.”
I don’t like Jaxon anymore.
Those eight words hit everyone like a heavy hammer.
Jaxon froze completely.
He’d just seen Sophie fall to the ground.
He should have gone to help her, but somehow his legs wouldn’t obey, rooted in place, his gaze glued to Rachel’s face, trying to find any trace of deception.
But there was none.
He also heard her tell everyone she didn’t like him anymore.
Rachel looked at them, cold laughter in her heart.
Though she’d expected them to side with Sophie, facing it still felt chilling.
“Do you think I should just stand aside and watch Sophie take everything from me?”
David’s face darkened, his tone even more severe: “Rachel, how can you talk like that? Sophie is your sister-how could she take your things? You’re being too unreasonable!”
“Unreasonable?” Rachel laughed coldly, her eyes full of mockery. “Dad, have you forgotten how much Sophie has taken from me since childhood? My room, my work, my family’s attention-she wanted it all! Should I just suffer in silence? Is fighting back also wrong?!”
David was left speechless, his face iron gray. Arthur frowned, his tone warning: “Rachel, don’t go too far. With so many people here, don’t embarrass the Leroix family.”
The Leroix family’s reputation-always the Leroix family’s reputation!
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All they cared about was the family’s image, never truly caring about her feelings!
“Well, well, what drama is the Leroix family staging? Family ethics or melodrama? How entertaining.”
A mocking voice suddenly interrupted. Rachel turned to see Nicolas leaning against a corner, arms crossed, a playful smile on his face.
His gaze swept over several people, eyes full of undisguised derision.
David’s face immediately darkened, his tone displeased: “Mr. Rothschild, this is our family matter. You’d
better not interfere.”
“Family matter?” Nicolas chuckled, stepping to Rachel’s side, his tone mocking. “Miss Leroix will be my family’s future daughter-in-law. How can she be considered an outsider? As for you, your earlier words were
truly eye-opening.”
The Rothschild family’s daughter-in-law…
Jaxon’s head snapped up-so Uncle still acknowledged this engagement!
As long as Uncle agreed, the Leroix family wouldn’t refuse to let her go. Then if he just coaxed Rachel a bit,
there’d definitely be no problem!
Everyone thought Nicolas was indirectly warning Rachel and Jaxon.
But only Rachel understood what he really meant.
Her face suddenly flushed red.
David looked somewhat embarrassed: “Mr. Rothschild, it’s all a misunderstanding.”
Several people panicked-they hadn’t expected this powerful figure to suddenly intervene,
For Rachel?
No, it must be because of Jaxon! After all, Jaxon had just said the engagement was valid, so Nicolas must be backing him up,
They couldn’t afford to offend Nicolas either way, so they could only humble themselves and apologize with forced smiles.
But Nicolas was too lazy to deal with them further, turning to leave: “The affairs of prominent families are truly eye-opening.”
Prominent families…
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Everyone knew the Rothschild family was truly prominent.
The Leroix family had long since fallen from grace, not even meeting the threshold of prominence!
Nicolas’s words were clearly meant to embarrass the Leroix family.
But the Leroix family could only endure it, not daring to say a word.
“Everyone, I swear here today! The Leroix family has wronged me, bullied me, humiliated me. From now on, I, Rachel Leroix, have no connection with the Leroix family! My only relative was Grandpa!”
After speaking, she knelt toward the coffin.
She kowtowed three times straight.
Then she walked out the door without looking back, wind brushing her cheeks with a cool touch.
She looked up at the night sky, a cold smile curving her lips.
This farce was finally over.
A Maybach was parked by the roadside, Nicolas leaning against it with a cigarette in his mouth.
Seeing her approach, he exhaled lightly. Through the swirling smoke, he saw her slightly pale face.
Remembering she disliked the smell of tobacco, Nicolas extinguished the cigarette, shook off the scent from his clothes, then walked beside her, his tone slightly boastful, as if seeking praise: “How was that? I performed pretty well just now, didn’t I?”
