The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1333

"Mr. Patton! Mrs. Patton!"

Rose greeted them enthusiastically, immediately moving in for a hug.

Completely oblivious to the fact that Claire—the girl she despised most—was sitting mere feet away.

She flashed her mentors a brilliant, sycophantic smile.

"What are you doing here, Rose?"

Patton and his wife frowned in unison.

They shot Randall a glare of pure disgust.

This was a critical business dispute. If Randall actually wanted to resolve it professionally, he shouldn't have weaponized his daughter.

Dragging her into this was a blatant attempt to manipulate their affection for her.

The Pattons exchanged a heavy look, whatever lingering fondness they had for the girl vanishing instantly.

Rose had always been an expert at reading the room. Noticing their icy demeanor, her stomach dropped.

Damn it!

She never should have come!

Her father might have been able to plead his case alone, but her presence had clearly backfired.

She tried to catch her dad's eye to signal him to back off, but Randall was entirely oblivious to her desperate looks.

Mrs. Patton, however, caught the exchange perfectly.

Mrs. Patton's frown deepened.

Rose felt a wave of bitter regret. She had completely misplayed her hand!

"Patton, my man, this is The Summit View's most exclusive reserve. Have a glass."

Randall completely missed the tension, eagerly reaching for the bottle to pour his friend a drink.

Patton covered his glass with a firm hand, disgusted by the charade. "I'm not feeling well. I'm skipping the alcohol tonight."

"Randall, we've been business partners for years. We were practically brothers. But you stabbed me in the back without a second thought!"

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