2025-06-19 22:25:31Emily was visibly shaken, beyond shaken. She had been ignored by Rose Tyrel? For Seth? It defied all logic.
She turned to look at Rose walking up to Seth and saw her talk to him so casually.
Like they were friends.
Emily felt like spiraling.
But she held it back. This had to be a big misunderstanding, right?
Straightening her shoulders, the bride marched over to Rose with determination.
"Ms. Tyrel, with all due respect, I believe you've mistaken this man for someone important. This 'Seth' is nothing but a leech. Please, be careful," Emily said, trying to maintain her composure.
Rose turned, raised an eyebrow, then ignored Emily again.
Emily felt her soul leave her body. A wave of pure terror washed over her. Her legs wobbled , like she was about to fall.
This disgrace was overwhelming, suffocating.
Then Emily felt a strong hand holding her firmly; she turned to look at her groom.
William gave her a reassuring look.
"Calm yourself. I know Ms. Tyrel. I'll warn her about this…jerk. Give me a moment," the man said with forced confidence.
Letting go of Emily, he approached Rose and bowed swiftly at a perfect forty-five-degree angle.
"Good evening, Ms. Tyrel. I appreciate you gracing our wedding. You might remember, years ago, we were invited to the House of Tyrel for dinner. My father has many dealings with the Tyrel Group," William began after he straightened, puffing out his chest.
"We're influential, though not as prominent as the Tyrel family. But, are you sure you know who that man is?" William asked, his voice dripping with concern.
Rose turned with an impatient huff, casting a scornful glance at William.
"Who are you again?" She asked, her tone icy and unwelcoming.
William visibly stuttered, unable to believe she wouldn't recognize him.
"I'm W-William, from the Ken Group. We have influence in the…"
Rose flicked her hand dismissively, cutting him off mid-sentence.
"Never heard of you. If I haven't heard of you, you're not important," she stated, as if it were a simple fact.
For a moment, William was frozen in place. He never expected Rose to be this ruthless.
Hostile eyes landed on him from all directions, and he knew—without a doubt—they were already laughing behind his back, eager to spread the story.
This is so damn humiliating!
"Need a word. Come with me," Rose said, ignoring the curious stares around them as she signaled to Seth.
“Yes honey.” Seth whispered mischievously before he turned back to Emily and William, blowing them a mocking kiss.
"Happy married life!” he called out to the stunned couple, laughing as he was dragged from the hall.
Light laughter echoed from all directions—people clearly enjoyed the free drama. After all, who doesn’t love a good mess?
William’s eyes locked on Seth’s back as he walked away, his gaze dark and venomous.
So what if he’s got Rose now? That doesn’t make him special.
William swore—he’d drag Seth straight into the mud and grind his face in it. And when that moment came?
He wouldn’t hold back. Not even a little.
He’s gonna make that arrogant piece of shit pay—big time!
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The sleek luxury car roared through the city streets, effortlessly cutting through traffic.
"Doesn't seem as impressive as you claimed." Rose tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing the so-called one-second locator-slash-summoner earring Seth had bragged about.
“Well, as you saw, I was busy handling some business,” Seth scratched his head, a little embarrassed.
“But why did you come looking for me personally? Must be pretty important for someone of your status.”
A vein ticked in the woman's forehead at his impertinent tone, but all she did was take a deep breath and shift her gaze.
“I need your help,” Rose said, voice tight.
“After my father called, he told me that Grandfather’s condition suddenly turned… terminal. If he doesn’t get help soon, he might as well be dead.”
“Then why not just take him to a hospital?” Seth cocked his head, asked curiously.
"Because everyone else was helpless—even those so-called miracle doctors. But you’re different."
"You barely touched a few spots—and I was healed. So don't tell me it's luck—your power's real."
"If you could fix me that fast, then saving my grandpa is just a matter of will."
she pleaded, eyes large on her face.
But deep down, she couldn’t help feeling uneasy. They’d only known each other for a day—and things had even gotten a little ugly that morning. If he refused, she couldn’t blame him.
But if he did, she wouldn’t stay this soft and harmless. That was a promise. She’d have him tied up and dragged to her grandfather’s bedside if she had to—healing wasn’t optional.
Rose narrowed her eyes, studying Seth like a predator sizing up prey, quietly hoping he'd give the answer she wanted to hear.
"Then so be it," Seth said lightly, without missing a beat. He leaned in without warning and high-fived Rose, uninvited but smooth.
"Sweetheart, don’t look so shocked. I’d do anything for you—believe it."
The sheer flippancy in his tone shattered whatever dark little scheme Rose had been cooking up.
She scoffed inwardly—what was the point of planning threats? Seth was clearly just a cheerful fool.
Clearing her throat a bit too deliberately, she changed the subject.
"Why were you even there today? Emily and William obviously don’t move in your... tax bracket."
Ugh. That again. The whole “poor student” persona really wasn’t aging well. It had been convenient—until now.
"Alright, I lied to you," Seth exhaled, his voice suddenly serious.
"Actually, I'm not a student. I used to be an associate professor at a medical university. I resigned after... some personal issues."
"But before that, Emily was my fiancée. So—"
"So she dumped you for money. Classic." Rose smirked, her smile cold as steel.
"Exactly!" Seth shot her a thumbs-up.
Rose rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. She had to be out of her damn mind thinking she'd ever get the truth from this guy.
Resigned? Fiancée? All lies.
He definitely got fired!
She was sure of it!
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