"How does she know about herbal medicine? Why does she know about it? Why, in these four years… did I never notice anything…"
Benedict's gaze toward Serena grew even more complex.
Just how much had they overlooked about Serena to have missed everything so completely?
Patrick’s bloodshot eyes shimmered with a dark, predatory hunger as he tracked Serena’s every move.
Thinking of the cold indifference with which Serena had just ignored him, he clenched his fists, his voice raspy. "If… if I really made the wrong choice back then, then I'll switch them back!"
If he had known earlier that Serena was this capable…
She had the city's top playboys wrapped around her finger, chasing after her.
She knew the owner of Le Céleste.
She was acquainted with Mr. Anderson of Titancrest Group and Mr. Hayes of NovaForge Capital.
And now, she had even infiltrated a coming-of-age party for a truly top-tier family like the Blackwoods and was close with their youngest daughter…
Even the chief designer of the international luxury jewelry brand Queen, Ms. Rainsford, was so respectful toward her.
Every single one of these…
They were all resources and connections he had never even dared to dream of!
If… if Serena were still the Wynn family's daughter right now, all these resources, all these connections, would belong to the Wynn family!
It was nothing like Hailey…
A daughter who had been lost for so many years and was completely unpresentable.
She couldn't even hold onto a man.
Daphne swiftly moved to block Marianne's path.
"Ma'am, please show some self-respect!"
When facing outsiders, Daphne's expression was cold. As someone who had been in a high position for years, her accustomed arrogance gave her a single glance, a single movement, an air of unapproachable authority.
Marianne was intimidated by Daphne and sheepishly retracted her hand.
Meeting Daphne's icy gaze, she quickly pushed Hailey forward. "Ms. Rainsford, this is my daughter, Hailey! The same Hailey who just gifted Miss Blackwood a full set of jewelry she designed herself!"
"At the party earlier, didn't you praise Hailey's jewelry design for being very striking? Didn't you say you wanted to talk to her personally?"
At this reminder, Daphne immediately remembered. The girl before her—with a half-swollen face, heavy makeup, and eyes full of calculating thoughts, yet still trying to act sweet and greet her—was indeed the one.
She was the one whose design style she had seen at the party… the one whose style was identical to her mentor's!

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