Linda’s deep blue eyes narrowed as she fixed Lambert with a glare that could chill a glass of bourbon. “I heard
you brought a woman into the castle. We're about to get engaged, and | must say, the news doesn’t sit well with
me!” She was aware that he had his dalliances, but that was all out there, beyond the castle walls. Bringing
someone hwas a direct affront to her. She adored the castle and had dreams of their wedding taking place
within its storied halls. No other woman was to set foot as a resident in this castle before she officially moved in.
“We haven't engaged yet,” Lambert retorted with a scoff. “You have no right to meddle in my affairs just yet!”
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dare disturb her,” Lambert replied with a glacial tone. “I will speak with my father about calling off the
engagement. Who | have by my side is none of your business. You may leave now.” Linda gaped at him,
incredulity and scorn mingling in her voice. “I heard she’s from C Country. You're going to marry her? Would your
father even approve?” “It’swho's marrying her, not my father. Why would | need his approval?” Lambert's
gaze was icy as he looked at Linda. “You can leave now.” With that, Lambert turned his back and walked away,
his indifference clear as day. Out of humiliation and anger, Linda's delicate features flushed a deep shade of red.
She was the prized daughter of the Holder family, unaccustomed to such slights. She turned to a servant nearby.
“Where is that woman?” The servant replied, “Heard she’s injured and staying on the castle’s third floor.” “I want
to see her. I'll personally drive her out!” Linda declared, anger lacing her words. The servant advised, “Miss
Linda, perhaps you should take a step back to move forward. Provoking Mr. Brennan won't do you any favors in
joining the Brennan family.” Linda frowned, puzzled. “Take a step back to move forward? What's that?” The
servant thought for a moment. “If you want to drive her away, pretend to befriend her first.
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accord.” Linda's face lit up. “That's an excellent idea! | brought plenty of gowns with me. Tell the butler | want a
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the true purpose behind the banquet. “Of course, Miss Linda,” the servant replied with due respect. Visit
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her eyes half-closed. “With you being so fierce? That would have been a nightmare.” Jonathan's brow furrowed,
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