The Evans Villa.
Xaviera Evans put her birth certification in her backpack, took one last look at the empty attic, and turned to leave.
“Sister, do you really have to get a marriage certificate with Moore?”
Mag Evans stood at the door with a sad expression on her beautiful face, pleading softly while holding Xaviera’s arm, “Sister, the Mamet family is a prestigious family with strict rules. You just came back from the deserted countryside and don’t know anything. Moore doesn’t like you. You won’t be happy if you marry him.”
Xaviera stopped subconsciously.
Marrying Moore Mamet was to fulfill her grandfather’s wish, but as for happiness or unhappiness, Xaviera had never considered it.
Before she could speak, Mag screamed and her frail body crashed into the iron gate. She instinctively covered her belly and looked up in disbelief, “Sister, why?… I know you’re jealous of my relationship with Moore, but you’re going to marry him, and I won’t get close to him anymore. What I just said was a reminder that it’s not easy to enter the Mamet family; there’s no need for you to get angry and hit me…”
From a distance, Moore rushed over, full of anguish. He unceremoniously slapped Xaviera: “Bitch, how dare you push Mag! Who gave you the courage to do so?”
His slap was not gentle at all. Xaviera’s fair cheek instantly showed five red marks.
The pain seeped into her mind, waking Xaviera from her thoughts.
“I didn’t push her.”
No one listened to Xaviera’s explanation. Mr. Evans, who had stepped out a moment later, directly ordered after learning that Xaviera was going to get a marriage certificate with Moore, “What certificate? Moore and Mag are childhood friends and have a deep affection for each other. As her elder sister, how can you steal your younger sister’s boyfriend? Besides, the Mamet family is prestigious. A wild girl like you coming from the countryside would only disgrace our family. We have decided that Mag will replace you in the marriage to the Mamet family.”
With that, he signaled the servants to take Xaviera into the villa and not make a scene at the door.
“Let her replace me?”
Xaviera took a step back to avoid the servant’s hand, her eyes sweeping over Mr. Evans, Mag, and Moore, and the corners of her lips lifted slightly in amusement, “So you all had planned this long ago, secretly working your schemes while keeping me in the dark, and playing me like a fool?”
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