The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1785

"Didn't we place a bet? We just want to see Finnian's reaction every time Yara shows up."

Rory popped a kernel of popcorn into Claire's mouth.

Claire accepted the snack, looking at the two of them with utter amusement.

"Are you guys really that bored?"

"It's not that. It's just that this girl gets more determined every time Finnian rejects her. We're taking notes," Rory chuckled mischievously.

"You need to take notes?" Claire looked at Rory in surprise.

Rory rarely bothered to dress up, but she was undeniably a natural, stunning beauty.

She commanded a powerful presence. If she actually set her sights on someone, it would be almost impossible for her not to catch them.

In fact, knowing Rory's dominant personality, Claire half-suspected that if wooing didn't work, Rory would just resort to brute force.

"Yara's tactics probably wouldn't suit you anyway."

With Rory's intense personality, she could never pull off Yara's bubbly persistence.

"Is Finnian avoiding me?" Yara asked as she went over to pick up her food. Instead of Finnian, she was greeted by Steele Sterling.

"No, he was tired from cooking, so he went to take a shower," Steele replied awkwardly, not being much of a talker.

Seeing the young woman look so disappointed, he forced himself to offer a brief explanation.

"I baked some cupcakes and wanted to give them to him."

Yara was still holding the pastry box in her hands.

Steele's immediate, literal response was, "It's not Finnian's birthday today."

"It's just afternoon tea. He can have it later when he gets hungry."

Yara's stubborn persistence left Steele completely out of his depth.

"We don't do afternoon tea. If we get hungry in the afternoon, we just eat apples."

Yara was speechless.

Just as she was struggling to find a response, Finnian walked out.

Because there were two female bodyguards sharing the apartment, Finnian always made sure to be fully dressed before stepping out of the bathroom.

He was wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts. His wet hair was still dripping, and a gray towel hung casually around his neck. He looked effortlessly attractive, exuding an undeniable aura of restraint.

"Why are you still here?"

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