Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137 Humiliated

The taste of those potatoes and sweet potatoes was unbelievable.

The flavor lingered in his mind, and he caught himself savoring the memory before realizing the call was still connected. He quickly pulled himself together. “Ahem, anyway, the

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Commander and Mrs. Zaylee had no plans to visit the Schofield Castle today. Maybe you all got your wires crossed somewhere?”

On the other end of the line, Benjamin’s heavy, ragged breathing filled the silence. His mouth hung open, but no words came out, and his vision swam with black spots.

“Hello? Hello? Is there anything else? If not, I’m hanging up.” The driver waited a few seconds, then ended the call.

The monotonous drone of the disconnected line echoed through the quiet corner, ringing out with an almost cruel clarity.

Benjamin’s hand dropped, the phone hanging limply at his side. His face turned so pale he looked almost ghostly, his eyes empty.

Alessia’s knees buckled under her, and she almost collapsed, saved only by the quick reflexes of the butler at her side.

It was over.

Everything was over.

The lavish party they’d orchestrated, the in–laws they bragged about, the future that had looked so close they could touch it–every bit of it shattered and fell apart with a few casual words from the Hewitts‘ driver.

Inside the ballroom, the guests who still waited in ignorance started to shift. Their eyes, once full of hope, turned sharp and speculative, and then slid toward mockery.

Benjamin felt the sting of their silent laughter pierce through him.

He and Alessia, desperate and frantic, retreated into a side room, racking their brains for any excuse to salvage the situation.

Maybe the Commander got called away for urgent military business. Maybe Mrs. Zaylee felt unwell. Anything to explain why the Hewitts never arrived.

But the very thing they dreaded most was about to happen.

Molly had already grown sick of Zachary and Hannah’s fake affection. Watching those two show

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Even those who still wanted to want shook their heads and left with a digit

By the time Benjamin and Alessia hully calmed down enough to wade on an excuse passed fake smiles, and walked out to address the quests, the scene that met them was neatly

They couldn’t even tell them arry Clone,

The once–crowded, lively ballroom had become a wasteland.

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