If the Seymour Family sees that their painstakingly nurtured eldest daughter, the third in line for inheritance, loses at everything, who knows what they’ll think.
But lody Thorne is incredibly smart; all her victories depend on her intelligence.
"Ah!" Stella Seymour scread in frustration, more devastated than ever before.
lody Thorne felt very sympathetic towards her. After all, she had worked hard to win Jared Quinn’s favor, enduring what ordinary people couldn’t. How could Stella think she could compete with that?
"Ah, I still want to compete with you," Stella Seymour pulled herself back from the edge of collapse, "I want to continue competing with you!"
"Calm down, calm down, my princess," Rhys stepped in to stop her. They definitely couldn’t compete anymore.
He now felt that losing once or twice wasn’t important, even ten tis wasn’t important. The important thing was losing repeatedly, from head to toe; that would be truly terrifying,
"Get out of my way, I must defeat her today," Stella Seymour pushed Rhys aside.
"Can you really not calm down?" Rhys’s eyes almost showed despair.
If this spreads back ho, even her position as the third in line for inheritance might be in jeopardy.
"No."
lody Thorne glanced down at the ti, "I’ve already wasted a lot of ti here with you, so I don’t have ti to waste anymore."
Her arrogant expression and authoritative tone were like alms given to a beggar.
"No way," Stella Seymour hated her current expression.
"No way?" lody Thorne arched her lips in amusent, looking at her, "I can tell you one more thing you’ve already lost without a competition."
"What?"
lody Thorne leaned closer to whisper so only the two of them could hear, "Your chest isn’t as big as mine."
"Ah!"
Stella Seymour looked at her, then at herself, already starting to feel sowhat disillusioned with life.
But it’s true, it really is, and even the shape outshines hers.
Why, why does fate have to treat her this way?
"Rhys, stop her from leaving!" Stella Seymour shouted.
Rhys helplessly moved to stop lody Thorne when another person erged from the crowd.
Caleb.
He blocked Rhys’s path, "Take care of your own master, don’t cause trouble."
Stella Seymour bit her lower lip upon seeing Caleb. Even though lody Thorne hadn’t acknowledged her identity or expressed any intention of returning to the Seymour Family, the contract between her and Caleb had already begun.
Just like Rhys, he would also defend his master to the death.
As lody Thorne and Caleb walked away, Stella Seymour’s gaze lingered for a long ti, frozen in place. She turned back with so sadness, "Rhys, do you also think I’m much worse?"
Rhys very much wanted to nod at this mont. In front of lody Thorne, she had lost not just a little bit, but by a lot.
But every male attendant would only support their own master, not others.
If he admitted this, it would an he and Stella Seymour were acknowledging defeat together.
This was absolutely not allowed.
"No, you’re much stronger than her. She just won by being a bit clever. You have to believe , believe in yourself." Rhys spoke in his usual gentle tone.
"Really?" Stella Seymour’s tone was already starting to lack confidence,
After the competition just now, Stella Seymour had realized that lody Thorne was indeed a very strong opponent.
But that was just here; if it were in the Seymour Family,
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